"It's alright, dear," replies Glade, gently petting him with one finger as he passed out. She was a kind dragon at heart, as not many other dragons on the island ever seemed to be willing to do anything with anyone that washed up here other than eat them. She gently works on his paralysis until all of his wounds are completely healed away. She keeps holding him in her paw as she looks around, certain that she had heard some other creatures while she had been focusing on Marcellus, but unable to see any of them now.