Crask winced as Jack began to stitch the wound in his side up, the blood loss had made him extremely light-headed. "Some night..." Crask tried to start, but he began to cough hard, his body racked with a paroxysm. After it had subsided, he gave Jack a weak smile, "I think they ended up worse off than us..." Crask managed, pointing over to the dragoness's rounded stomach.