Saneqil rushed past the dragon's corpse, an enchanted cloth mask around her face - Dragonsbane Fever was fatal to anthropomorphs as well, and the fever only died out when there was no more living tissue to feed on, and dragons were resilient - an hour or so yet before the air was safe.

She knelt beside Fraugh, the lithe archer of indeterminate origin and race - some type of racial mutt - with a penchant for blistering sarcasm and possessive rage. He was mangled badly, she counted 3 broken ribs and several 3rd-degree burns on his exposed skin. He had only been dead for an hour and a half, and with luck, he wouldn't even be lacking in the mind if she healed him right.

She lay another cloth upon his mouth - he'd need it when he woke. His mouth, cut and bruised, had begun to fester already. It'd likely scar. A price he'd have to pay for life.

Saneqil lay a hand on his heart and a hand on his head - the two things that needed to be healed fastest, first, and most thoroughly. A whisper, just barely audible and certainly indecipherable. Deathspeech, otherwise known as the Reaper's Speech or the Last Breath, was incomprehensible to the common of the world - Hells, sometimes Saneqil doubted she understood it.

A whisper it was, nonetheless, and as Saneqil felt life pulse in the heart and mind, she passed her hands cursorily across the remainder of Fraugh's body as he sputtered to life, coughing the scent of his own burned flesh out of his mouth. He looked at her, new life forbidding his usual cynicism. Saneqil smiled in her motherly way, kissing his cheek before leaping to her feet and rushing over to Collise.

A young tomboy of a firecracker, Collise's beautiful blood-colored hair was coated with just that, skull cracked and gaping from the dragon's claw to the head she'd taken. Bits of brain coated Saneqil's fingers as she placed a cloth on her mouth as well. She had to work fast, healing the brain, then healing the heart quickly enough that it would pump blood to the brain.

A tricky case, but one that Saneqil had been in before. Breathing in quickly, she held her breath as her fingers flew like the falcons of an Avian. Almost too late, Collise's eyes flew open, softening from alarm to affection as she saw the figure above her. A playful kiss through two layers of enchanted material on the lips, and Saneqil ran to Awain.

A person of immense magic and mystery, Awain's charm lay in their ability to look on the bright side of any situation - Saneqil would bet her very life with the god of chance that they'd crack a joke the moment they opened their eyes.

Saneqil was numb to the gore, but unfortunately she knew that Awain would vomit the second they saw themself, so the cloth she put on their mouth covered their eyes as well. She healed them as well, a whisper to Karoun once again.

Awain's eyes cracked open behind the cloth. "I presume the reason my eyes are covered is because we needn't my 'acid breath' against the dragon?"

And just like that, Saneqil won a bet with the god of chance. Mother must be proud.