Lang go off a lot better than Cadrick as things go. Her injuries were 'merely' serious enough to put her down for the count. She was even still conscious. Made administering the potion easy enough as the Dragontaur gulps it down.<br/><br/>The end result is that some of the worst of it is gone and Lang is able to get up on her feet again. For the time being it's good enough. On her feet just in time to catch Abby's glance to boot. Which Lang returns with a knowing look. The heavy draconic heritage of Shuizu Longren makes little matters like racial boundaries non-existent when it comes to procreation. Their little private foray in the cell was fully capable of creating a child.<br/><br/>In contrast to the last time Lang was around the fallen, she doesn't make any moves on Cadrick's body. There's no need for such an impromptu burial in this situation. There are numerous men of Erastil's clergy to perform rites on the floors above. "There's one not so small problem with getting you to Drasz. Far as anyone here knows there's no one left on Redscale to captain a ship. Much less sailors to man it. Gifted as I am at increasing populations, it'd take more time than it sounds like you have for that."