Phei opened his eyes and stared toward the dim crystalline ceiling while his hand continued feeding Healing Touch into the Dragon Lady.
"Boy, I miss them," he murmured, and the words came out quieter than he expected.
The Dragon Lady shifted beneath his palm shortly afterward.
Her shoulder moved first, followed by the long rise of her neck, and Phei immediately eased his hand away until he was certain her breathing remained steady.
She opened one pale eye and began pushing one foreleg beneath herself, the muscles trembling once before she forced her enormous body upward. Her injured wing still moved awkwardly, but it folded more naturally than before, and Phei watched the motion closely before nodding with reluctant approval.
"Better. You still look like somebody dropped a mountain on you, but that is technically improvement."
Her eye narrowed.
