The life of a busy dragonling was truly not for the faint of heart.
It's been a week since Orien, the great golden dragonling, together with the little sprite, allegedly managed to revive the patient hidden away in that incredibly suspicious room.
And honestly, it was probably best not to think too hard about that night because it was deeply embarrassing to admit that he'd suffered at least two separate meltdowns during the process.
Still, he firmly believed he shouldn't be blamed for any of it. No one had given him proper time to mentally prepare for sitting still that long, and that alone was rather cruel and unusual.
Ahem.
But anyway, all of that was water under the bridge now because the struggling man survived in the end.
And that was what mattered.
Hmph!
