The tiring process of operating on a struggling live dragon, without anaesthetics - albeit weak and in human form,<br/>must have tired her out more than she had admitted. Parts of her muscles relaxed and she had sunk into a deeper trance.<br/>If not for that, she definitely would have noticed him struggling and moaning loudly, and not only as a loud<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">*thump* </span><br/>scared her awake, her eyes flickering a red hue and focussing on him for a while before she calmed herself down.<br/>Yeah...she sighed half relieved half annoyed. That's him alright. He must have nine lives, like a cat. She snorted softly.<br/>His head rolled just below the chair - good thing he didnt hit the chair with his head, opening up his wounds again - and he was staring at her. Curiously. Fearfully. Confused.<br/>His switches between arrogant and dismissive every two seconds, as if he couldn't decide, at this point, instead of being annoyed, she found it quite amusing.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Temporary memory loss after getting his skull almost pressed out like an orange...well, that should be normal.~ </span>,she tried to think rationally. It might make him feel insecure though. But at least he seemed lively..a bit<span style="font-style: italic">too</span>lively for her current energy levels.<br/>Softly sighing, she bent down, and picked him up with ease despite her tiredness.<br/>Placing him back on the bunk, she put on a stricter face - his antics just now had easened up her worried (but still stonefaced) features a lot.<br/><span style="color: #FF4040">"Snow,pipe down for now." </span>as if she was almost sure he wouldn't listen to her if there was no threat, bent down slightly closer to his face and showed quite<span style="font-style: italic"> toothy</span>grin, with her somewhat sharp canines showing, half seriously half playfully.<br/><span style="color: #FF4040">"Or <span style="font-style: italic">I'll</span> eat you!"</span><br/>As if to underline her threat, her fangs - a normally completely useless remnant of vampire heritage - elongated a little bit for a moment there, slowly sliding back in place after a few seconds.<br/>Then she - for the most part unhindered - started to examine the freshly mended and stitched wounds on Snow's body thoroughly, turning him back and forth in the process, also checking his ears and eyes for any internal injuries.<br/>This time he wouldn't get the flashlight...<br/>Compared to before the treatment, he seemed to recover well, even though his back wound was covered in fresh blood<br/>- probably due to his violent try to move and shift just now. The inhuman recovery rate, brought him back from deaths door to a somewhat passable state, making him probably reckless and restless...<br/><span style="color: #FF4040">"Like a little kid."</span>She scrunched her face resignedly, also feeding him the other half of the 'silver water', to let his wounds rest a little. While not as potent as kilograms of pain killers and anaesthetics,<br/>it should calm his body down somewhat, preventing him from jumping around excitedly for the next hours, making him sleepy and sluggish. Relieved, that the marks worked, and he was not able to shift for now, she pressed him back on the bed, and removed his restraints, however strictly warning him:<br/><span style="color: #FF4040">"I <span style="font-style: italic">will</span> strap you to the bed if you dont be still and rest!"</span>Even though dragon's recovery rates were monstrous, they often didnt pay attention to wounds, leaving lots of scars and sometimes even deformations as they healed. Now she knew why.<br/>With the limited time, but also the need to wait for both her and him to recover, they could not waste too much time.<br/>While she partly didn't know how to explain, while partly also didn't want to, she had mulled over what to tell the bundle on the bed, when he would wake up. During the examination, she had time to decide on what to tell him.<br/>Seemingly not remembering anything was both good and bad, she guessed.<br/>So.. she just started with the - freely interpreted basics:<br/><span style="color: #FF4040">"For now... I could be considered your Alpha."</span>she finally sighed, not wishing to use words like 'Owner' or 'Master', because she never acknowledged these roles -<br/>as they were forced onto her.<span style="color: #FF4040">"Although the pack I am leading is not a pack of Dragons, you are a new addition..."</span>Her thoughts trailed off to her crew.<br/><br/>Now that she thought about it, maybe it would be a good Idea to look for a pack of real Dragons, to leave Snow there to recuperate and be safe. The pursuit had just started,<br/>maybe they could feign his death and escape? Then again, it was also dangerous to be a worp dragon in these times. She had to think more about it.<br/><br/>As she stared at his pale and worried face, partly lost in thoughts, she chuckled slightly.<span style="color: #FF4040">"Fang Mates?</span>She was not really sure what that was about, but could very well surmise the gist of it.<br/><span style="color: #FF4040">"What would lady like me, after living for half a millenium, do with a barely hatched dragonling in their twenties..I'm not a cradle robber."</span>She teased him a little.<br/><br/>Placing another wet towel and a cool hand on his forehead and eyes, she tried to coax him to sleep a little..<br/><span style="color: #FF4040">"Rest now - you would want to heal quickly to be a beautiful dragon, right?<br/>Not one with a crooked spine and deformed head, right?" </span><br/>Her words were almost hummed, as she watched the sleepy dragon as the 'medicine' kicked in.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">***</div><br/><br/>Looking at her virtual communicator, her craft seemed not destroyed, just out of range.<br/>From her crew, as she counted, barely twenty people survived, but were out of range - mostly the support crew. She hoped, that they had reached one of the safe-docks specially prepared for emergencies.<br/>But she initially did not look at the names of the deceased ones - there would be a time to mourn them - after they had escaped safely.<br/><br/>There was still a day or less. To avoid being caught and also escape before the more powerful soldiers of any faction arrived, she had to leave the room and look for a communicator, or capture the control room. ..<span style="font-style: italic">Or, she could try to lure multiple factions in for a chaotic battle..</span><br/>The second would be almost impossible. The third.. could only be done with a functional communicator.<br/>Most spaceships also had a secondary surveillance room navigation room and control centre, for emergencies. She used her virtual communicator to commence scanning the ship from her as a center point onward, looking for a gathering of networks. Disabling one of the intercoms, she stuck in a chip inside it and connected it to the wired network, looking for intersection points.<br/><br/>If she found one of those control rooms - could she leave the dragon alone for a while? Or should she take him...<br/>Refilling the water, she sat down and pondered, watching him sleep. When the dragon fell in a light slumber, she had used another mix of their blood to create a magic powered atmosphere, to gain back a little of her power..<br/>Now that she had something to work for, her body wouldnt fall asleep anymore, but she started to meditate, circulating her blood energy through her body, and absorbing the magical atmosphere. Her pride to "get stronger just by her own powers" would have to wait until the situation was not critical, for she could not even protect herself properly right now. For better or worse, the dragon had lost a lot of blood, and she had gathered a full vial, not knowing how much she would need for his treatment.<br/><br/>Now, mixed with her own blood, it could keep the quantity of magic particles in this room fueled - while blocking outside spying.<br/><br/>Soon, give it another ten or twenty hours, the pirates would probably get curious, because the deterrence effect she achieved with intimidation, worked only until they felt safe enough..<br/>She only hoped that her scan could pick up the second control room quickly, reaching it before they tried to capture or attack them.