[i][b]"The Old Kings Dragon."[/b][/i] Ram said quietly, looking back to the female Dragon quietly. He looked to Orian, who seemed to be awkwardly standing in place; the Moon Dragon looked towards Ram and continued to stay still- He didn't dare move while Kela was working her magic on his rider, on his saddle.

Kela pulled her hands from her chest, revealing the small, slender thread of energy coming from her chest.
Damien's eyes locked onto the thread quietly, his face showed worry and some fear. Kela moved to tangle the thread in her hands as it snapped from her chest; making sure to tangle the thread as much as she could before she stepped to Damien a bit more.
She leaned over him and looped it around his head, settling it fall on the Male's hair.

Kela finished dropping the thread after a moment, stepping away from Damien with a tilt of her head. She watched as the strands slowly broke and turned into what would seem to be drops of water, each dripping onto Damien.
Kela glanced to Ram momentarily before moving to hop off of Orian's back, "Take Damien to his room, he needs his rest." She said before she returned her attention to Lor, "We have a spare room for you and Sindra if you wish?"