"This many... companions would put a strain on the psyche of anyone. On one already so damaged and fragile, it is obvious as to why it hurts so," the tallest one says. "I don't know how you are even conscious," the youngest adds. "If those were physical wounds... it would be as if you were bleeding from a thousand cuts, lashed over ten thousand scars, some of them so long and deep, they go from your shoulder to your hip, scraping the bones," she says with a shiver. Jashah doesn't reply, and instead leads to the over to him, surrounding him on three sides, and begin to work their magic, a feeling like a cool breeze slipping through his mind, though, once they've started to work, Jashah replies. "It might have been better served had you not made such a public display of it. I doubt that watching two of their own be beaten so easily did much for the morale of the others, nor did it earn them respect towards the two dragons."