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[indirection]

[Wrathion doesn't know how this happened. He had escaped the recent pandemic with barely a sniffle, which was no surprise to him--he was a dragon, after all; superior in fortitude and resistance, divinely crafted, nearly invincible. Yes, Exsilium was a sickly place, and yes, he did sometimes feel that rot trying to seep into him. Black dragons were creatures of earth: rock and soil and wood and the hot, molten depths that burned in the center of the planet. He is not directly connected to the health of this world, not as he was to Azeroth, but he keenly feels its plague all the same. Still, he should have been immune to it.

And yet.

Here he was, just days after returning from the beach, stuck with frustrated helplessness in his bed. He's sneezing, he's coughing, his head feels like somebody bashed it in and then replaced his brain with dust and cotton. And he's hot--uncomfortably, unnaturally hot.

Groaning, he scowls into his tablet. For once, Wrathion is just not in the mood for his usual front.]

What does a man have to do to get some medicine around here? I'm a prince, you know! I shouldn't have to go around begging for everything I need.

[He coughs violently--and maybe with a little more exaggeration than necessary--and his red eyes flare. He clears his throat and speaks through gritted teeth.]

What I mean to say is that I would be most grateful if one of you could make yourselves useful and bring me something for these terrible, horrible aches. And the congestion. And this truly awful cough!

[He goes in for another dramatic round of heaving.]

--and be quick about it. I'm really not used to wait-- [coughs] -- I mean, I'm in dire shape, here.

Thank you.

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[onblackwings]

Allow me the honor of being the first, then.

[ could she sound any more sarcastic. She narrows her eyes after a moment though, one hand held out. With some concentration and deep, even breathing, it glows a gentle white. She even looks a little less annoyed. ]

Where specifically is the ache?

[ because man she ain't healing the whole self. ]

[indirection]

[He sits up on the bed and opens the vest he's wearing. His dark skin is marked with patches of discoloration, but he doesn't seem bothered by that.]

My chest, mostly. So much congestion.

[onblackwings]

[ She studies that discoloration just long enough to realize that it isn't scarring, or at least not scarring from battle damage, and then loses interest. Fine, on with the healing. She takes a perched seat at the edge of the bed, rests a palm flat against his chest, and closes her eyes.

It's slow going, especially because she has to enter a generally peaceful, meditative state and keep herself there — but it's progress. The effects will start to be felt after about ten seconds. ]

[indirection]

[He exhales.]

Well ... I feel a little better.

[onblackwings]

Be patient.

[ She cracks an eye to frown at him, and the glow flickers. She gets back to concentrating in a hurry, and it slowly picks up again. Hey, at this rate, she might even get him up to full health. ]

[indirection]

[Not a bad job, he has to admit. He exhales with real relief once she's done.]

All right. You've held up your end of the bargain. Now I'll hold up mine. What kind of power do you want most?

[onblackwings]

[ She manages not to slump tiredly when she's done, but there's still a definite wilting going on. And with her peaceful state of mind lingering, it's a little hard to summon up her usual greed. Give it a second, though. ]

Mmm... give me an idea of your range. There's too many options.

[indirection]

I'm afraid there's a similar problem, as my range is limitless. [He sighs.] On Azeroth, black dragons favor fire ... are you the same?

[onblackwings]

No. [ She makes a face, not liking even the idea of it. Ugh, fire, so hot and uncomfortable and gross. ] On Krynn, red dragons use fire. We prefer acid.

[indirection]

[That's the domain of green dragons. Lazy, sleepy bastards. Wrathion siiiiighs.]

I shall empower your breath weapon, then. Your acid will melt through anything.

[onblackwings]

[ And suddenly, she looks interested. Man, she's gotta try this out... ]

We'll see. I'll be unhappy if I learn that isn't the case.

[ And she makes to go, already planning a quick trip to the Outlands. ]

[indirection]

[He rolls his eyes.]

Hold on, my friend. I'll need your hand for a moment.

[onblackwings]

[ gdammit man can't you just wave your hand and make it happen?? she looks annoyed, but does hold on, step nearer, and offer out her hand. warily. ]