Drake was wondering when she would wake up. Ever since finding her half dead in the Dragon’s Hoard, his group had been watching over her in turns to see when, or if, she would regain consciousness. It had only been an hour in for Drake’s watch when he felt a magical presence flare up, and immediately he jumped up from the chair and makeshift table that they had made in the caves around Jayou.
He made his way to the door, and as he touched the handle, recoiled in surprise. It was hot to the touch, though nothing that his draconic blood couldn’t handle. Slowly, he cracked the door. “Hey…I’m coming in,” he warned. His silver green eyes scanned the room, noticing the woman close to the door, despair written across her face.
As he had noted when they changed out her clothes, she was a gorgeous woman with barely any physical flaws. Her dark hair, though, now needed work, and the clothes that they had lent her were scorched from her outburst, revealing a decent amount of skin. Drake blushed, but didn’t glance away. Now was not the time for such trivial matters.
“Hey,” he said, walking to her and kneeling down. “You were with that man…the one eyed crazy hunter, right?” He was fairly certain he knew what happened, but he had to hear it from her. “What’s your name? Do you know what happened?”
Normally, he would have taken her to an actual healer, but due to the connections that a certain assassin’s guild held, the trio of Drake, Danwe, and Xeik were very untrusting of those who weren’t related to the small circle of friends they knew, and had to hide themselves away as a precaution while Xeik vetted Jayou. He had wanted to call Magnus, but decided against it. He had already borrowed the old spirit’s aide earlier, and since the woman had recovered physically, he figured it would have only been a matter of time before she woke up.
Still, had it gone on much longer, Drake would have called in for help. But now, she was awake. Now it was just figuring out what she knew.