He had merely bitten his tongue, but was fairly certain she could see his distaste at the situation on her home plane before he left.<br/><br/>He was worried about the dragonesses, who were seemingly fine NOW, but he wouldn't place any long bets on their continued stability for any length of time. He hummed softly to himself as he surveyed them, expertly sizing up their current mental status, and debating if he should ask for a dragon goddess to come and help. He rolled his eyes as he realized that he was outsourcing for a good deal of work lately, but he needed experts, not gifted amateurs like himself. The bronze and gold seemed fine, but he could tell the former was likely to crack after a few nights of sleep, while the gold was mostly alright, though he did notice that all the dragonesses, except the brass, kept their backs to the wall and always faced him, their movements unconscious. He waved off their thanks, murmuring it was the least he could do for the Kyn, before walking toward the brass, and sitting down a short distance from her, his back to the wall. "What about you, little one? Are you... injured?"<br/><br/>He was originally going to ask if she was alright, but he realized that after being continuously raped for at least a year, none of these women were ever going to be alright. Or not going to be alright within any 'normal' races' lifetime. He might be able to help or get them help, but it would take a long time, and they would likely subsume themselves to whoever helped them. He sent a mental request for Vorela and Aviendha to come back to the plane and come to the new topmost layer of the domain, explaining what the situation was and that he needed their help to help the rape victims.