She looked at him with wide golden eyes and seemed to think for a moment. She seemed to recognize something about him. Wait,hadn't he spoken around her egg a little bit before she'd hatched? And dragons could remember the time from a little before they hatched and a while after they hatched,couldn't they? Maybe she remembered his voice,and it seemed as though most likely she did because she carefully waddled over Jason,careful and more or less a struggle,and tried to flutter toward him. "W-Weally?" She sniffed,reaching her little talons out to Ash.

With a smile, Ash crouched down and reached out to her. "Yeah. He got hurt, and so now he's resting so he can heal."

She carefully came over and into his arms,little wings close to her tiny fragile body. She seemed to trust him,his voice in her memory and so making it easy for her to trust him and it made her feel like she knew him. "O-owkay." She said softly,frills and underwings white and a trusting orange. She lacked the freckles and purple eyes that were unique to Jason.

"I'm sure he'll be up soon," he attempted to comfort her. He held her close, still smiling. This tiny hatchling was adorable.

She curled up in his arms and purred softly. Jadescar stopped at a tunnel about half way up the wall. She entered and turned to the right and entered a medium sized cavern,not really to bit,with a small bed and a crystal mirror. Not really much else other than a few plants with beautiful pink and orange flowers. She put Jason on the bed,rolling him onto the bed as he groaned softly and then she walked out. "Don't let him get up when he wakes." She said before slipping out with a soft sound of clattering bones.

He nodded, still not too fond of most of the dragons here. He continued to hold Crysta in his arms, standing.

Crysta nuzzled her snout into Ash's chest,closing her little eyes and finding comfort in his arms. Jason was sleeping still,wings limp and hanging off the stone slab and same with his tail.

If there was a chair in the room, he went to go sit in it. If not, he leaned against the wall, gently rocking Crysta.

There was a stone chair,with a soft cushion that was handmade,most likely by Jason,made out of a soft linen and filled with petals of Flamekissed Lilies. Jason groaned softly,tail twitching weakly,and tried to push to a sit,one hand shaking to his head and his arm he used to hold him up shaking and clearly going to give way. Crysta had nodded off in Ash's arms,happy and calm to be close to him.

Ash stood, careful not to disturb Crysta as he did so. "Jason, you have to stay down," he told him quietly. "You're not allowed to get up just yet. You're still too weak. It'll just make you worse."