Roleplay

After iratha responded, the tension the two dragons had been radiating suddenly vanished, the guardians hand left the hilt of the sword, and the pearlcatcher let out a sigh of relief. The pearlcatchers eyes glowed softly.

I'm sorry about my friend and I's tension. The last person we brought back from the dead was very ah.... disturbed, by their time being dead. Fortunately you were deceased for a comparatively short time, and so cortextual degradation had very little effect on you.

The guardian nodded along. It made sense, though she was almost sure that even twelve minutes was too long usually. Most couldn't come back without some sort of divine intervention.

"Twelve minutes," she mused, "think that beats my last record by a good eight." She yawned, feeling drained.

Misery looked relieved from her perch by the wall, flexing her claws gently against the floor.

"Boy," commented Rohn "penance would really love this place."

The pearl catcher, nodded. "Now, I am going to induce sleep, you won't wan't to be awake for what comes next. The Pearlcatcher walked over to a side table and picked up a surgical tray, on it was a hypodermic needle in a plastic container, also there was a glass jar filled with a cloudy liquid with a rubber stopper on one end. He set it down on the metal table. He removed the needle from its container and stuck it through the rubber stopper.

The guardian watched him, not responding except for a low, tired sound in her throat. Her claws flexed uneasily against the table, but it was because she hated being unconscious rather than because she felt threatened.

The pearlcatcher filled the syringe with the jars contents. He pushed the plunger in until a drop came out of the needle.
The pearlcatcher found a vain in the guardian, and slipped the needle in between the scales covering her skin.

"You'll be under in about thirty seconds."

The guardian sighed, trying to relax and let sleep come to her. She was almost always tense, when she was awake.

There was a hush, as Iratha's companions waited for her to be fully under. By that point, Misery had sunk all the way to the floor, resting uncomfortable stiff limbs.

"Her willpower never ceases to amaze," coughed the ridgeback, "stubborn as the Lightweaver herself."

Rohn's tail swished unhappily as he looked on from his perch on the larger dragon's head.

The Pearlcatcher nodded in agreement
"She has the resilience to match. Not many recover as fast as she is."

The doctor placed the needle into a bin. He then turned to the guard.

"Now that she is under, there's no need for any of you to be here. she wont be awake for a few hours."

The guarding chucked.

"So you wan't us out?"

The doctor nodded.

Misery rose carefully and stretched her front limbs. She lowered her head so Rohn could hop off. The skydancer looked like he wanted to say something, but a gentle push from Misery's snout urged him to turn toward their escort instead.

"I'd recover faster without your ugly mug looming me too," he remarked toward Misery, a slight grin on his face as he turned toward Praesidio. "But I assume you don't want us wandering around at random, so where is a good place to go from here?"

Misery's head was still low to the ground, and she growled at the skydancer's comment. "Bold words for a dragon that would fit in my mouth." The comment was playful, and Rohn could tell, though her voice made it seem much more dire.

The guard chucked at Misery's statement.

"You'll be coming with me for a bit until my shift is over. That should give me enough time to beat the stuffing out of a test dummy. for scientific purposes of course."

The guardian turned to the door

"Maybe I'll teach you both a bit about forgeing blades."

"Sounds interesting," chirped Rohn, "you must have an exciting job at least. . ." He trotted after the Guardian, taking a last glance at Iratha over his shoulder.

Misery trudged sluggishly behind them with a grunt.