Gajol winced as more of her snapped back into place audibly, but she was washed over with a comforting warmth as well, making her relax instead of tense up as her body fixed itself. She was still quite damaged, but very much alive, and in her eyes, ready to fight if anything came to such. "Many thanks, Allura," she said with a sigh of relief. "So," she then said, "where have you been? Hopefully anywhere but raped by a glabrezu."<br/><br/>When Falameezar felt Aya rest her head on his steely hide, he looked down at her with a bit of distaste, but decided to bear with it. He enjoyed her music, and so killing the source of it did not sound particularly wise. The black dragon also figured that, as it was she who saved his life, he would be more lenient with Aya. At that, he closed his eyes and promised himself mentally that if anyone was to mock him for it, he would have their head.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>