Matiu didn't respond to the words of the others in his unconscious state, however he did let out a small grunt of pain as Thresher nudged him into a more comfortable position. The dragon looked up from his rider and let out a low growl once he sniffed the paste made from Cythraul '[b]Whatever this concoction is had better work if I'm to tolerate the scent of another dragon on Matiu.[/b]' he hissed irritably. Thresher was not enjoying himself at all, between the confined space and the scent of other dragon's so close, ignoring his basic instincts was driving him to the brink and beyond, Matiu didn't know it yet, but once he was fully healed, he would have hell to pay from Thresher for landing the duo in this predicament.