Kiadryss watches with interest as the small group works together to repair some of the damage done to Akro, magic washing over the burned scales and restoring their luster as the kobolds breathing becomes more regular and loses that horrible crackling rasp. The mumble a low thanks in Draconic and pat at the hooded healers hands, still swaying as their Kobold friends take them by their one good arm and settles them down. The magic has cleaned the stump and restored some of the flesh to mold over the exposed bone but a whole restoration of the limb was beyond the capability of anyone here.<br/><br/>"Appreciated" the blue skinned Tiefling says simply, before the storms howl picks up again and whips the clothing and loose hanging gear on the small group inside the rain sieving in over the half prepared blanket cover. The kobolds pull their healed ally behind the large stone dais in the middle for cover while Kadryss simply lets her white robes billow before waving a hand to once again have the water run off herself and disappear in a fine white mist.<br/><br/>"Two birds, one of the God of the Skies born and ..." she looks to the final cloaked figure and clicks her tongue as she thinks, before giving a little shrug. "Well it's not perfect, but it seems we're really having a sky themed day today. Hate to ask for help again so soon but none of you would be on particularly good terms with Talos would you?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">It'd take a Regeneration spell or something on that level to restore an arm, you're a way off it yet!</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Passive Perception 12+</div><div class="spoiler_body">The storms howling has a horrible guttural quality to it that just doesn't sound natural at all. </div></div>