Crask was breathing heavily now, his tongue drooped out of his mouth as he tried to regain some of his strength. He ran his hand slowly down to his side, although it was still extremely painful to touch, it was no longer unbearable.<br/><br/>Putting both hands to the ground, he attempted to lever himself into a sitting position. Neither hand would withstand much pressure, and quickly buckled when he placed his weight upon them. He swore, weakly, perhaps only breathing the word. Blinking, he opened his eyes, it seemed at least some of his vision had returned. Towering over him was a female dragoness, he was not instantly overcome with fear as he might of expected, although he did not immediatly understand why. "Crystal..." he ventured slowly, rolling the word on his tongue, it felt right, somehow.