Cara stood and went to the kitchen to put on some water and the potions to heat. She collected soft wash cloths with fragrance soap to wash his wounds. On her way back, she patted the sofa and invited,<br/><br/>“Don’t push yourself but you can lay here on the sofa when you are able to move around.” Glancing back at the man, she was startled to see that he was sitting up with some strength, although looking at her with those unreadable black eyes that seemed to shift colors. He was watching her intently, almost as if he were patiently stalking her. Cara smiled to show she meant him no harm and it was then that he spoke,<br/><br/>"Carrrr-Rah.... Sooooo-Fah... O-Kay.. Poul-tice.....Drrrra-goooon.........Hoooo-darrr," he said singing the words in a deep rhythmic song from his chest, rolling his Rs.<br/><br/>She blinked and sank down in the wingback chair, staring at him. She blinked again and put her hand flat on the top of her head. This she had read about in the Grimoire, shape shifting, but had thought it was only stuff of legends.<br/><br/>“Dragon?” she asked, standing again. “You are my dragon? The one who comes to nest in the snow? “<br/><br/>She came back to kneel close to him to wash the blue goo that was on his shoulder. The blanket fell away and as Cara washed, she once again was aware of his maleness and now the fact that he was warmer, he was powerfully all male.<br/><br/>“This is your blood. You are covered in blood.” And Cara covered her open mouth with her hand. “This is about those damnable hunters in the helicopters. I know it!”  With a trembling hand, she caressed his smooth jawline and whispered,<br/><br/>“I will take care of you. You have nothing to fear from me.”<br/><br/>They sat locked in eye contact, Cara and the dragon man who didn’t blink. She felt as if he were allowing her to see his soul and know him for who he really was. She felt drawn into him, as if she were falling into an abyss from which there was no escape but she had no care of herself. She felt drawn in, as if she was being fed a drug from which there was no return.<br/><br/>He needed to be cleaned up and doctored as well as clothed and fed. Cara finally stood again and hurried through finding him some sweats that were too big for her and a man’s fisherman’s knit sweater that some tourists had left behind. She had heavy wool socks and a watch cap too. The potions and hot water were ready by the time she returned.<br/><br/>“These are clothes and if you want, I will help dress you. “ Cara said, holding them out, the sweat pants first. “I need to doctor the wounds in your arms and chest before you put the sweater on, but you might be more comfortable with these on for now.” She was proud of herself for not glancing down at his genitals again, because when she had earlier, she realized that he was no longer cold.  “Put on the socks and the hat as well, it will keep your temperature up.”<br/><br/>With gentle fingers, she cleaned the blood from him and wiped the poultice made from the potions on his alabaster skin. She noticed that he was healing almost instantly and while she knew the potions were good, she also knew that they were not magic in and of themselves. Witches know herbs and natural remedies that they boost with spell magic but this healing, she recognized as coming from Dragon.<br/><br/>“What the hell am I supposed to call you?” she suddenly asked. “I feel stupid to continue to call you Dragon.”<br/><br/>No sooner had the words gone out of her mouth than the house shook as if it were a rat in the jaws of a terrier and what sounded like the scouring of pellets against the house shattered the peace.  Cara frowned at the sudden blast of extra cold that seeped in through the windows.<br/><br/>“A blizzard has sprung up, shock shock. Come on, we have to get you off the floor and onto the sofa.The temperature falls in here like crazy during one of those ” And this time, she pointed at the place she wanted him to go and gave his arm a gentle tug.