And the healer wasted no time in arriving herself. She miiiiight almost have been expecting them to return before threadfall was over. She clucked softly when she saw the mumbling man up on his dragon, then patted Zephith's knee. "Lower if you are able Lord Bronze? I do not see him unstrapping himself and he is larger than I..." which would make a fall bad really.

"And once I have your gear off if you could eat and bath? I will sew your wing after such and you may both sleep well."