The boy lowered his gaze. Indeed, he hadn't even thought to mention his other injuries. His habits from Dagos had resurfaced.
-If anything ever happens to you, no matter how trivial it may seem to you, you must tell me. - Darius emphasised the end of the sentence. He seemed disconsolate, but more worried than angry.
-All right, master, - the dragon replied humbly. He didn’t want Bleist to think he didn’t trust him by hiding his condition.
-You should always seek help if you need it, - the priest looked a little better than a moment ago. - If you could help me, lad, shine a light on the wound so I can see it better.
Draco released a small amount of energy, suspending it directly above the injury. The clergyman looked at the stitches for a moment, then finally nodded.
-Thank you. It looks better than I thought.- Sommenfell turned partially to the Earl.- In the morning, we will only need to remove the stitches and apply a healing balm. I think tomorrow the doctor will decide if any other remedies are needed.
-I was afraid it would be worse. The wound looked terrible.- Darius took a deep breath.- Thank you, Reverend.
-You're welcome.- The priest glanced at the bottles left on the table.- I think it's time for the rest of the medicine.
-Three drops.- Bleist muttered, picking up both bottles.
-Oh, we all know that three won't be enough. - Sommenfell looked at the mage with pity. - While Doctor Morrison may have overlooked it, focusing only on the injury, you couldn't have thought I wouldn't notice while healing him. - The cleric looked at the boy, then back at Darius. - It's really not difficult to tell that Draco is a dragon.
Neither Bleist nor his apprentice knew how to respond to the priest. There was no denying his statement, and attempting such a blatant lie would have been inappropriate, to say the least. All they could do was agree.
-A dragon with magical abilities.- Sommenfell shook his head. -I didn't think it was possible,
