*I thought my leg would have to be removed.*

,, Unless it gets infected, we wont have to. ,,

He winced, hurting. *it might be.* he said, trying to rise before yelping in pain, falling on the ground. *yeah, I think it is.*

(It is. Mostly cause I want a 3 legged dragon.)

,, Well, Ill have a medic check your leg. If you come out of there. ,,

The wall then suddenly began to shake as he rammed into it multiple times, before on a seriously hard it, it shuddered as he cried out. *I got it partway. You guys can pull the rest out. Also, wheres Bubble? My pet selkie.*

,, Shes with the tungsten. ,, The girl explains calmly, carefully picking him up.

*oh. I thought he was a he.* he said, his leg now purply-black and very swolen. Some of the toes seemed dead and ready to rot, and a few flies flew over the leg. It wasnt a good sight.

She frowns in concern and heads over to a small willow tree. She brushes through the silky branches, into a tiny sort of commonspace area. She heads to the trunk itself and, without a word, sets him down in front of a thin woman with a scarlet marking.

He looked up, curious.

The woman gently unwraps the gauze from his leg. She frowns deeply, then says something in an unrecognizable language to another person standing nearby.