Bleist turned to shout something while waving his hand urgently. One of the soldiers handed him a leather pouch. The dragon knew such pouches from experience, often using them to store excess healing potions. At least until Pirce started hunting them down. The master quickly opened it and began rummaging inside. He pulled out a vial and shook it, looking at it against the light. He showed the glass vessel to the dragon, then pointed to his ear. Draco didn't need an explanation. He nodded his head.
Darius uncorked the vial and tilted his pupil's head. The boy felt something sticky pour into his ear. After a moment, the same thing happened on the other side. The mage leaned his apprentice against a tree trunk and watched him with concern. The sergeant and four soldiers were milling around, checking the area, probably to make sure there were no more surprises lurking nearby. However, they remained within sight.
-Draco?- Bleist's voice was slightly distorted and unclear, but audible. The buzzing was slowly subsiding.
-Yes?- the boy managed to say. He didn't notice when he started breathing normally again.
-Phew, you can hear us.- Darius sat down opposite him with relief.
-So-so, - the dragon muttered. It seemed to him that he could hear everything as if from under water.
-It'll get better soon, - his master reassured him. - Tell me, are you in any pain?
-Other than my ears? It's easier to list what I can't feel.- Draco mustered a slight sarcasm.- Generally, my head, back and right leg.- He added, seeing the concern appearing on his master's face.- I think I fell on it.
Darius leaned over and placed his hands on the dragon's shoulder and forehead. Draco felt the familiar warmth that accompanied the magical examination. Bleist's face suddenly stiffened, and he quickly grabbed the leg indicated earlier. The reptile followed his master's gaze and almost whistled. The entire side of the thigh, from the hip almost to the knee, was torn open by a jagged wound. The blood was flowing calmly, which meant that the artery had
