Cyrus coughed and held his wounds. While the Dragonlings were distracted by Wiflor, Atticus knelt down next to Cyrus and mumbled another incantation. A green light shone from Cyrus's chest, and in a few seconds, his wounds were completely healed. Cyrus stood up and shook his head. After a few seconds, he had his wits about him once more.<br/><br/>Looking at Wiflor, Cyrus placed a hand on her shoulder. "Calm down... it's okay, i'm here..." He kept an extremely close eye on the Dragonlings. From experience, he knew that they were very quick and cunning. If eye contact was broken, Cyrus was certain it would go for a cheap attack.