Jason clutched the bloudy scales in one hand as he used his other to pull his hoodie around himself tightly. It was cold as Heck! Darn,he felt that if his tail had been out it would freeze off! It was almost as bad as when the IceFlights in the dragon realm missed their target and hit one of their own.*Cough cough* He'dbeenhitbefore.*COUGH*. He curled into himself a bit,trying to stay warm. His gaze wandered to Ash's build and then darted away,his freckle scales turning bright pink against his paled face from the cold. He let the green tips of his brown hair dangle in his eyes a bit to hide the track of their gaze but the length of his hair wasn't long enough to fully hide it.

The gnomes hand each of them a heavy quilt. Ash's ribs were just fine, but it was where Ironhorse's hooves had struck him that the gnomes were bandaging. There was an angry black welt where metal had touched Ash. The flesh was blackened, looking burnt. The gnomes tugged the bandages tight, and he winced.

Jason gave a quick grateful nod,taking the quilt thankfully. He felt bad as Ash winced,seeing the blackened area. He knew he would have been able to put some dragon ice to it if he'd known that it was a burn.And a bad one. But he didn't say a thing,guilty gray seeping into his freckle scales as his wings pulled back in to his back quickly.

Sorry,it reposted.

When the gnomes are done, they go make the others comfortable in their own rooms. Quite a while after the gnomes have the Summer get and dragon in their own rooms and had made sure they were comfortable, Ash made his way to the dining hall, practicing sword drills by the gray light of dawn. His lean, honed body glided over the tiles, sword sweeping gracefully through the air, eyes closed in concentration.

Puck was in his room, an arm flung over his eyes as he slept

Grim was with Ash, grooming himself, trying to decide whether or not to tell the other fey about someone who could help them...

Jason curled into the thick quilt and nuzzled his face into it as he felt heat come to his face. 'Darn(m) it...what the heck is wrong with me? Trying to help...someone who's going to kill me...but why hasn't he done it yet?....never mind...not like it'll matter once I'm gone.All it'll effect will be Lila,Silver and Flasher...great.What will poor little Silver think? Let alone do? Flasher can't fight on his own for the kingdom and Silver wants to fight so bad,he'll get himself skinned!'

Grim nodded, glad that Ash had basically decided for him with his thoughts and raised his head. "I might know somebody who could help us," he purred, slitting his eyes. "An oracle of sorts, living within the mortal world. Very old, older than Oberon. Almost as old as cats. If anyone could tell you where this Iron King might be, she could."

Puck seemed to come out of nowhere as he said, "I thought she died. If it's the same oracle I'm thinking of, she vanished ages ago."

Grimalkin yawned and licked his whiskers. "Not dead," he replied. "Hardly dead. But she changed her name and appearance so many times, even the oldest fey would hardly remember her. She likes to keep a low profile, you know."

Puck frowned, knitting his brows together. "Then how is it you remember her?" he demanded, sounding indignant.

"I am a cat," purred Grimalkin, as if that explained anything

He stayed still for a bit before taking his face from the quilt and looking at the bloodied scales in his hand. His dragon form had plenty of scars already,now there would be a large scar on his wing base. He shoved the scales into his pocket,their white smeared with red still,and sighed.

Ash opened his eyes, straightening and stopping his drills.

Puck rolls his eyes and goes off to find Jason. But, before that, he decides to raid the cellar. And then he went to find Jason.

Jason took hold of one of the sharper scales and ran a finger over the edge swiftly,almost cutting himself...on purpose.