"Atticus!" Cyrus called in panic as Wiflor fell. He quickly turned her over on her back as the old wizard shuffled up to him.<br/><br/>"Is she alive?" He said calmly, tapping Wiflor's leg with his staff. Cyrus checked her pulse. It was still there. He breathed a sigh of relief.<br/><br/>"Yeah, she's alive." Cyrus gently pet her. Atticus nodded and kneelled down next to her, mumbling an incantation. In a short while, a green light surrounded her. When it cleared, Atticus stood up.<br/><br/>"I healed her injuries, but she'll be sore for a day or two." He picked up his staff and shuffled towards the entrance to the tower. "Come on, it's as safe a place as any to camp." Cyrus and Atticus worked together to clear out the rest of the tower. The dragon's hoard was indeed large. Piles of gold coins and jewelery piled on top of magical items. Among the treasures was a golden jeweled collar. Cyrus immediately pocketed it, intending to give it to Wiflor as a gift.<br/><br/>Once night came, they pitched their tents on the top of the tower. Atticus took first and second watch so Cyrus could take care of Wiflor. He kept her close, especially since it was chilly that night. He huddled up to her not only to take her warmth, but to give some in return. Perhaps he also had some instinct to protect her just as she protected him. If Wiflor showed any signs of waking up, Cyrus would awaken as well.