Keman's hand was knocked away right after he discharged the defibrillator-like burst of electricity. He turned to her with narrowed eyes, but the look soon passed. He then learned that magic must work differently where she came from. He sighed as he realized his attempt to wake Bodzil failed.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Relax. I'm trying to help him. My magic is electricity. I was trying to wake him up with a big jolt to his adrenal glands, but I seem to have jolted the wrong area. Anyway, by the feel of your mind, I'd guess that's not your natural form. I've felt my father's mind when he communicated with me telepathically, and it felt much like yours does, only far wiser. Your mind feels a lot younger than his."</span>When the newcomer asked his question, Keman answered after Kwatoko.<span style="font-weight: bold">"My name is Kemanorel, but Keman is acceptable. I am a dragon, and I have reason to believe she is also a dragon. Though, I'm not sure why she's currently shaped like her companion. And what about you? Who are you?"</span>He held up his arm, which still had electricity arcing over it that produced a bright light, allowing him to get a better look at the newcomer's face.