Cyrus smiled as Wiflor seemed to calm down. "That's it... there we go." But as it seemed Wiflor was coming to her senses, he saw the Dragonlings go for an attack. "Stop! You fools!" Cyrus tried to warn them. But it was too late. He watched as Wiflor tore into them. It was almost enough to make him sick.<br/><br/>"Fascinating! So anger... that's the key!" Atticus had his journal out and was quickly taking notes.<br/><br/>"We have to go." Cyrus said calmly. When Wiflor looked at him once the Dragonlings left, Cyrus felt as though his heart was melting. He rushed to her side, taking her in his arms. "There there... it's okay... it's all going to be okay. We're getting out of here."<br/><br/>"Leave? But we still have so much to learn! We've yet to see her fight the dragon! Come on, we're so close!" Atticus had all the bluster and excitement of a little kid in a candy store. This quality annoyed Cyrus constantly, but it annoyed him more than it ever did at this moment.<br/><br/>"By the gods, Atticus! That's enough! Look at her!" Cyrus moved a little to reveal Wiflor's eyes. "We're leaving. Come with us or don't, I don't care." Cyrus would help Wiflor to her feet and help her out of the room any way possible, carrying her if he had to.