[ The tendrils around him coil, shielding him from errant debris; the magic he makes less of an attempt to interact with, a pleasant reverberation filling the air when it bounces off into the conservatory. What's left of the conservatory, at this point.
He floats down to ground level, peering at the small figure before him. ]
So sleeps a child of man and dragon. Shall I call for someone to retrieve her?
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He floats down to ground level, peering at the small figure before him. ]
So sleeps a child of man and dragon. Shall I call for someone to retrieve her?