Still fretting over Nautilus’ injury, it soon became apparent that the only thing that, given everyone else’s medical inexperience, the only thing that would alleviate Muse’s worries would be something else to worry about. 

And it didn’t take long for such a thing to arrive.

Not long after they all shared their inexperience, the roleplayers directed Muse’s attention towards the black box where Kalmaysia used to be, and the dragon hovering in the air beside it. Already he had a bad feeling about the situation, the hair on the back of his neck standing on-end at the thought of the madman up in the clouds. But of course, his uneasiness quickly turned to panic at the sight of someone falling from the dragon’s back to their death below. “Hang on!” he shouted instinctively, wings sprouting from his back as he half-dashed half-flew to the boy. But, gravity proved to be faster than him, and he braked sharply so as to avoid tripping over the mangled corpse that laid in front of him. Feeling slightly sick just from the look of the thing, he averted his eyes. As much as he wanted to help, there was no doubt in his mind that the boy was beyond saving. And, despite all his crazy powers, he did have limits - namely, he could not bring back the dead.