along the ledge, and then I fell. That’s all. If you want to find out more, try asking Warren once he’s able to speak.’
‘Did anyone take any bandages or potions?’ Eric cut in.
‘Noah had something with him. What’s happened to you?’ Cedric turned his attention to the other boy.
‘I’m fine, but Draco needs help.’ The cadet pointed at the dragon, and only then did Retfield notice what the reptile had been doing impassively all along.
‘By the gods…’ Cedric swallowed hard, turned slightly pale, and the earlier hostility vanished from his face. ‘When…?’
‘I think it was when I was falling and tried to grab hold of something.’ The dragon moved his hand, trying to see if he’d pulled out all the shards. Blood was streaming down his hand the whole time and dripping onto the ground, forming a puddle that was by no means small. ‘Just a bandage, a few potions, and it’ll be as good as new,’ he stated nonchalantly. Whichever way you looked at it, the reptile had so far managed to heal far worse injuries, so he assumed there’d be no problem this time either. What’s more, with a substantial sum to hand and alchemists keen to do business with him, he sensed he’d be able to deal with the problem even more quickly and easily.
‘Noah!’ Cedric called out to the parthir as loudly as common sense would allow.
‘What’s the matter?’
‘You know a thing or two about medicines and medicinal plants, so try and help Draco.’ It was strange to hear the younger Retfield suddenly speak of a dragon without any negative attitude. However, the reptile decided not to get used to it and assumed that everything would return to normal as soon as he’d managed to tend to his injured hand reasonably well. The only thing he didn’t understand was the commotion that had arisen.
‘It can’t be that bad…’ Parthir trailed off mid-sentence and pushed his way towards Draco, rummaging for something in the pouch on his belt at the same time. ‘Why isn’t anyone trying to staunch
