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Faerra looks up as Tao pops above her head from between, chittering to her with an image of a dragon. Confused she stops, but he urges her forward. Realization dawns on her and she grabs some bandages as well as a jar of numbweed. Following the small bronze, her brows knit as she sees the condition of the dragon in front of her. The other working on it looks up relieved. "Good, help. Your flit was just flying around, so I told him I needed help. I guess he brought you."
Faerra nodded. "Yes, you need numbweed?" She had already started anyways. The woman just sounds a yes, as she spreads more numbweed into the dragons injury. Faerra held the bandages. The blue had threadscore marks going along his wing, it had barely missed the main tendon. Good thing, or else this dragon would never have flown again. As it was, he would still need treatment, but he would make it with rest, and as long as the wound didn't get infected. Faerra began with the bandages, crooning comfortingly to the blue as his eyes whirled yellow in agitation and pain. "It'll be alright, she said softly, it'll be alright."
"Apparently the rider didn't come off good either, got scored all along the left side of his arm." The woman informed her.
Faerra winced in sympathy. "Poor guy." She glanced up momentarily, hoiping Tao wasn't making himself a bother, but to her pleasant surprise, he was trying to comfort the blue. Sitting on his head and crooning to him. She smiled, mentally thanking him.

Riordan was busy being sent back and forth constantly for more bandages and numbweed for the Weyrhealers. He also helped bandage the riders who came in with injuries, some almost as bad as those of their dragons. At the moment, he was wrapping a brownrider's upper arm with a bandage, having already spread numbweed on the injury. Finishing up, Riordan refilled the rider's wineglass. "There, now drink that." What he didn't mention, was that the wine had fellis premixed into it for the riders.

Sighing, the boy grabbed the bandages and numbweed he hadn't used and took them to the brown dragon who was bonded to the rider he had just treated. He winced at the sight of the injury, a long gash along the hindleg, but was glad it wasn't another wing injury. Those were the worst.

After finishing with the blue, Faerra moved around to other dragons, helping where she was needed and bringing numbweed and bandages. Some of the dragons, she saw, had not fared well. She winced as she looked at some of the scores they had. She shook her head, clearing her thoughts. She would have to get used to this. It was after all, part of what happened to dragons and rider. And it really wasn't different than helping hurt runnerbeast, except that dragons were bigger, and required more attention, and were more intelligant...okay, so maybe it was different. But they were still creatures that needed her aid, she wasn't going to sit here thinking to herself all day. She continued on.

Unsure of what to do , especially since most of the other candidates were already helping the healers, Gabriel decided to help in the kitchens. As he filled mugs and rushed them out to the wounded and those patching 'em up, he hoped that the incoming storm wouldn't cause too many problems for those fighting today.

Tao nipped Faerra sharply, drawing her for the moment, away from her work. "Ouch! What did you do that for?" He just chirped and sent and looked up. She followed his gaze just in time to see a tiny golden form zip upwards. She furrowed her brows, was that...? Tao chirped again, confirming her thoughts, but his mind was quizzical. She wondered, where was Mel going? No sooner had she thought this than Tao gave her another image. Mel, fighting thread, trying to help the dragons. "Mel's fighting thread!?"She said aloud, maybe louder than she ment to as a few people turned to stare at her. She shook her head. "But won't that make her infertile...?" She was really just talking aloud, not really to anyone in particular. Maybe she should ask Nae.

Faerra turned at Naeryn's voice. "Wasn't that just Mel? She asked. I thought she was rising soon. Doesn't fighting thread make golds infertile?"
Tao cheeped at Faerra, but his thoughts were too cluttered for her to tell what he meant. She wondered about this. She knew queen dragons couldn't fight thread because of the infertality issue, but was it the same with firelizards? She wasn't sure.

Faerra nodded. It was interesting how it worked, but the nagain, dragons were kind of the descendants of flits. Maybe whoever had created the first dragon had changed them from the firelizards a bit. "I'm sure she'll be fine, Faerra told Naeryn. Mel is able. She'll be able to dodge it no problem. She can beat Tao at acrobatics anyways." Tao just glared at Faerra, and then indignantly began to preen himself as if it didn't matter at all to him.

Faerra nodded, studying the dragon as he came in. Going up beside Naeryn, she began to administer the numbweed in a thick coat over the dragon. Poor thing. Tao soon forgot his troubles as the dragon's keening got to him. Perching on the dragon's head, he crroned softly to it, sending comforting images. Faerra sighed in relief. Tao was being a big help. A calm dragon wouldn't thrash and upset themselves even more.