Whatever that dragon thing was, it wasn't going anywhere. The upside was it didn't look like it was going to attack anyone else. Moving slowly, like someone trying not to startle an animal, Deryn began to walk towards the door. The air was still thick with the scent of blood and spilled drinks, but everyone was gone. Nearly everyone. That dragon was still curled around its pet human, and a few others were still inside. Deryn couldn't think straight. Her only focus was on the door, on getting out and getting away and getting somewhere safe. She needed to check on Dulinth, and, more importantly, she needed to get far away from that dragon. Maybe then she could think on what in oblivion had just happened.
She wasn't sure what made her look down. Maybe she saw something in the corner of her eye, maybe she heard him groan. Next thing she knew, Deryn was staring at the wounded avian on the floor. He was hurt. It looked bad. Her eyes darted between him and the door. She wanted nothing more than to get out of here.
"Dammit," Deryn growled, turning away from the door. She couldn't just leave the man here, who knew what would happen to him? Someone would mug him and leave him, best-case scenario. She could help him. Just get him on his feet, and she could be on her way.
Slipping the strap of the bag she carried off of her shoulder, Deryn approached the downed avian, her hurried footsteps loud on the hard wooden floor. He was conscious, that was a good sign. She crouched beside him, opening her bag and rummaging through it. She drew out a roll of bandages and some other supplies, lining them up on the floor.
"My name is Deryn," she said, addressing the avian, looking him in the eye. "I'm here to help you."
tags;; Kalo--Ty
She wasn't sure what made her look down. Maybe she saw something in the corner of her eye, maybe she heard him groan. Next thing she knew, Deryn was staring at the wounded avian on the floor. He was hurt. It looked bad. Her eyes darted between him and the door. She wanted nothing more than to get out of here.
"Dammit," Deryn growled, turning away from the door. She couldn't just leave the man here, who knew what would happen to him? Someone would mug him and leave him, best-case scenario. She could help him. Just get him on his feet, and she could be on her way.
Slipping the strap of the bag she carried off of her shoulder, Deryn approached the downed avian, her hurried footsteps loud on the hard wooden floor. He was conscious, that was a good sign. She crouched beside him, opening her bag and rummaging through it. She drew out a roll of bandages and some other supplies, lining them up on the floor.
"My name is Deryn," she said, addressing the avian, looking him in the eye. "I'm here to help you."
tags;; Kalo--Ty