There was a brief meeting, and a general overall sigh from the elvish healers. The surgery had went well, and the boy seemed completely fine in his mind...excepting an expected dose of post-traumatic stress. The boy's shoulder was covered on its front and back with two quite visible metal plates, almost as if a cylinder of metal had just been pushed through the wound. He was conscious and aware, and the only medical mystery in the room was the strange white dragon licking over his face almost puppy-like.

Dravis had been contacted later in the night and had retreated back to talk with Kalib, relieving Kari of the privilege with a solemn nod. Kari smiled and ran back, for what seemed the fortieth time, to the home to give a report on the news. Seeing that no one was quite awake at the moment, she took the time to stare in awe at the majestic sight of the full adult dragons that she could see. They were magnificent beings. It was a pity she didn't know anything of their physiology, or else she'd treat them too...it'd be such a privilege.

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