The dust settled and revealed the unconscious form of Evvie. She was wounded, that much was evident to Aurelia, but it wasn't fatal at least. She swept away the remaining dust with her scythe and a weak pulse of magic. [i]She's breathing at least. So I didn't go overboard.[/i]

She walked over to the dragonness and crouched down beside her, knees tucked up under her chin. She waited like that for several minutes, or however long it took for Evvie to wake up. When she finally did wake up, she smiled down at her and, while tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, said. "Hey. Not bad out there. How're you feeling?"