"Her blood."
Hyran didn't bother hiding his irritation.
"Her blood heals flesh wounds. This is dark magic." He spoke slowly, as if he were explaining Aether Fabrication to a chimpanzee.
"I am aware," Gav said, rolling his eyes. "She saved my life when I was dying from dark magic."
"Explain."
Gav remembered almost dying next to his dragon when Drakenfell was invaded. Dark magic ate through his chest cavity but he'd survived because a girl half his size had sliced her own palm open and shoved it into his mouth.
He hadn't told anyone. So much had happened since that night. He assumed Serena and Elara had already forgotten.
But Gav remembered.
That had been two hours ago.
Now they stood in the corridor outside Dexmon's chambers.
"Doubtful Dexmon is aware of you sucking her hand," Hyran commented, as he studied a vial's luminescence against the torchlight.
"You are just a ball of sunshine, aren't you?" Gav's voice was as dry as sand.
