The three men bowed their heads, a way they say farewell. Heading toward their own quarters. The sleeping dragon twitched, his eyes scrunched as well as his nose. His eyes opened enough only to close and sighed. He was too tired to care about anything. He moved his muzzle away and curled further into himself. 

"Probably." He began wrapping her torso carefully but securely. After, he cut the wrap and tied it securely. "Alright. You're all set. Would you like to stay here or go back to your quarters?" Orion asks.