Black whipped his head back to stare at Fisher as the mustelid called his name. He was relieved, briefly, but he did not show it, did not thank Bevy. They were too busy--as was he.

"I am here. I must stay here. I must be ready to shroud us, should he return. I am glad that you yet live," he added, echoing sentiments he'd given not too long ago, after the attack of a different dragon.

He spoke briskly and matter-of-factly, still guarding, still at the ready. He glanced toward Baratheon, eyeing him, making sure the dragon wasn't up to anything, then looked out, again. But he continued speaking, loudly, his words carrying back down the tunnel.

"Aquarian spoke of Nemean. A betrayer. The buzzing of Cetus. Of the tunnels. The Thing-That-Fled. Fisher, it is here."

Black went silent again, staring into Polaris, motionless and silent.

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Delphine's head drooped dangerously low to the ground, her every step dragging perilously against the damp floors as she limped into the tunnel where Bevy had created a temporary healing station. By then she'd long stopped seeing or hearing all that went on about her and though she desperately wanted to see to Baratheon's condition, the most concern she could afford the dragon was a physical closeness that would bring her own sable form to his side. Just once her eyes narrowed to see past the haze that had come upon her if only to inspect his wounds and drink in the sight of the gore before she slowly but surely lowered herself against his arched neck. There she exhaled a small groan before resting her own head just atop his pale, blood-soaked nape and therein closed her eyes.

Not once had she thought to call for help for she had seen what the chaos dragon had done unto others. They required far more attention than she and being no stranger to the pain that now pressed and anchored itself along all parts of her body, the equine merely closed her eyes and rested then. The natural chill that permeated Tunnel O was miraculous in its efforts to numb her in its entirety so that she could no longer feel the qualms of her broken hind-leg (its severity unknown), the cuts and bruises scattered upon all facets of her body and nearly unseeable against her onyx pelt, the broken ribs, or even the head trauma from her power that had backfired terribly. She should have asked for help but instead, her lips parted and she crooned to her dear friend, "It's okay, Theon. Everything will be okay."

Then a silence fell upon her as Bevy and the others tended to the dragon whilst she succumbed to the darkness by his side.

exit delpine!

Leon was waiting for an answer from Bevy when the dragon's massive head gave a sudden jerk, and Leon widened his eyes, letting go of him for a moment under the assumption that he had awoken. Looking down at the beast, he soon found him still unconscious but Makyna was now coming up to them apologizing. Whatever - he's still out, it should be fine. The bear focused on his fiance, offering a small smile of relief knowing that she was alright despite all the earthquakes and the heat. She offered to take over and he allowed her, shimmying out of the way before leaning over and giving her a nudge with his nose against her cheek. "I'll be back. I'm going to look for anybody else that needs help." He said and turned, venturing back into Polaris. Hopefully everybody would be well on their way to returning to their respective homes, or headed to the tunnel for healing - and hopefully no one else had fallen victim to the dragon's aggression.

Black lay quiet at the tunnel's entrance for a time, before finally coming back down the tunnel.

He gave Fisher a gentle nudge, then licked along his head, then lay down, himself.

"I will look over the cave. Aquarian's betrayer calls. But I must also rest," he stated simply, before laying his heavy head down beside his friend.

It seemed the medics had their work cut out for them, and so he did not ask for aid, but his wounds still seeped blood, and the smell of burned flesh still came strongly from him.

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