Quote Witchety Grub:<br/>Draekin smiles, his eyes glinting. "What about you, my mate? Do you not still wish to challenge me?". There is pain in his voice, but humour too. And he does not let go of Raissa; her right to aid him is unassailable.<br/>Draekin only hesitates whe Raissa seeks to lower him to the ground. After a pause, she helps him to his knees, and from there onto his side.<br/>Draekin lies there, and his breathing slows, his shoulders relax, soothed by Raissa's love. At one point, she moves to deal with the Man, and Draekin's gaze is drawn after her. Watching the Man, watching Raissa see to his safety, brings a slow rumbling to Draekin's throat. His hackles rise, his lips peel back to reveal bone white teeth. But then Raissa is back with him, wrapping him in warmth. 'What strength!' he thinks, his eyes full of her.<br/>Beaten and torn, the Spirit within him finally sleeps, and Draekin gratefully joins it. His last sight as he drifts into unconsciousness is of the Elk, still lying where The Mystic had saved her life. Her wounds still looked horrendous, and Draekin scowls to see them, as sleep claims him.