So the dragon was a mother. It wasn't agressive out of territorial drift, nor was it a dumb monster that attacked humans just because some kind of dark spirit told it to. No, the whole time the beast was fighing just to protect her offspring. It made Felt feel horrible, as if he was the bad one here. [i]It's all because of that skeleton. He's the one who caused this, he's the one who's responsible for it[/i]. Judgement was quickly delivered though, in the form of a red-cloaked man quite literally decapitating the undead humanoid, after which the dragon focused her just anger on the corpse. 
With the threat of being mauled the moment they turned their backs on the dragon momentarily gone, the party then wisely chose to leave the mother alone. "I.. I'm sorry," Felt muttered, then left the cave himself. He just hoped that her eggs weren't destroyed in the battle... 

It was not until now that the battle was over and the adrenaline in his body slowly started to wear off that the young swordsman noticed the fact that he was hurt in the fight. Of course, with all the fire and rocks being flung about, this was pretty hard to avoid, but it still needed fixing. Said fix came in the form of a quickly summoned healing potion, the contents of which caused his burns and bruises to quickly heal. Sadly this low-level medicine wasn't potent enough to also remove the pain, which would still linger for a bit before fading on its own.
Either way, that problem was now taken care of, allowing Felt to focus on other things. Such as, say, Whitney, who, although she didn't look all that comfortable, at least seemed to be in one piece. "Thank Lilith, she made it out," the alchemist whispered, more to himself than anyone else. He then turned to the Pokemon trainer. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked, his voice not sounding quite as bright as it sounded before they had entered the cave with that accorsed skeleton.