Kei didn't answer, just muttered under his breath. He didn't seem thrilled, but he seemed to have accepted the inevitable. He shrugged and slowly moved towards the exit.
-You could use some too.- The elf turned to the dragon.- I'll bring some to you as soon as I get it from the barracks.
-No need...
-Yes, there is.- Ari didn't let Draco get a word in. - Think of it as a thank you for helping Kei. And yes, I know you regenerate quickly, probably at a similar rate to Kei. - The elf pointed to the animorph, who was still muttering under his breath. - But that doesn't change the fact that you're not going to get rid of your fatigue and strained muscles right away.
-Thanks, Ari.- The dragon didn't want to correct the long-eared creature. Considering how many times he had been too exhausted to move after escaping from Pierce's gang, and how all his fatigue and superficial injuries disappeared the next day, he wasn't worried about the next morning. It was puzzling that an hour of fighting a lycanthrope was enough to exhaust the dragon. Only now did Draco begin to wonder how he ended up in such a state when he had previously been able to escape pursuit across Dagos for almost an entire day. There were even times when, between sky chases, the thugs managed to catch him and beat him up a bit. Well, things varied.- What is this medicine?- Draco decided to put off his thoughts about fatigue for another time and focus on more pressing matters. Also, due to his experiences with Pirc and his henchmen, Draco had the opportunity to familiarise himself with a very wide range of alchemical medicinal products, from wound ointments, through regenerative and healing potions, to highly specialised remedies such as wing membrane regenerating compresses. He learned not to pay the slightest attention to the taste, smell or consistency of the medicines.
-A basic regenerative potion.- Everyone followed Kei, who was already disappearing into the tunnel, somewhat unsteadily. -Good for abrasions, fatigue, minor wounds and the
