Lu lowered his wing so Ver could reach it and pull the arrow out of it. He sat down on the grass quietly, still looking at the fish inside the water, and he sighed. "You want to eat some? After we got to a safer place, I mean." Lu couldn't help but to worry about his partner. Humans tends to get fever when their wound got infected, and sooner or later Verloren will experience it. The young dragon doesn't have any skills in tending the wound or sick people, heck, he doesn't have any idea about it. But, well, he will try to help.

He winced as the arrow got pulled from his wing, along with some skin and blood. It hurts, a lot. He never got shot before, and he have no idea that it will be painful, especially for a dragon. They're a big creature and it's a bit weird to feel pain from a small weapon like this. No idea at all.

The elder dragons back in the city always came home with battle scar after protecting Brume, and Lu only believed them as they told him, that it doesn't hurt at all, because they got that while protecting their home. "I wonder if it will be safer inside the woods at night. Remember how the scout team told us about wild animals at the forest?"