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[For Sam] Healer & Dragon

It had all gone wrong this time. In retrospect, Lio thinks maybe he'd been going too hard. He was on the brink of exhaustion, and his latest raid on livestock had been met with more resistance than it should have, almost as if someone had known he was coming.

He'd gotten away, thankfully, but not before he'd taken a number of blows -- arrows shot from crossbows with enough power that they'd pierced even through his scales. He'd ripped them out in flight and set the better part of a fallow field on fire before he'd flapped high enough to disappear into the cloud cover. That had been what saved him. It wasn't long before he couldn't keep himself aloft any longer, too much pain, too much blood lost.

Even maintaining his full draconic form is too much, and as he plunges to the Earth and tries to slow his descent with his wings, he fizzles back into his human shape, a lithe, slender man. His clothes are dark enough that the blood soaking them isn't obvious from a distance. He lands in a crumpled pile not far from a road through the woods, just off the trail in the underbrush. And that's the last thing he knows.

...

When he opens his eyes next, he's warmer than he expects to be. There's soft blankets beneath him and over him. He can smell something clean and earthy, herbal maybe, and light spills in setting the whole room in a comforting brightness and-- wait. He's in a room. The last thing he remembers is falling, and, oh.

He sits up all at once, hissing at the way his body protests the movement. Where is he? Has he been captured? Except no, if he'd been captured he'd be bound. Or dead. Maybe staked through to the ground. Not wrapped in soft blankets and tended to. "Where am I?" He asks the question mostly to himself as he blinks against his bleary vision willing it to clear, willing his eyes to focus.

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Galo trips him up again. The apology. This... who the hell is this human? Lio frowns faintly. Is he the one making assumptions now? Clearly Galo is willing to have an open mind; doesn't this man who's taken the risk to help a stranger in need deserve at least that much? A tension in Lio's shoulders ease. Maybe... maybe he can trust this man.

A little.

"What do you mean deal with?" There's a genuine curiosity in it, and a subtle softening of Lio's tone. He doesn't let his walls down often or easily, and they're still very much off, but maybe not quite so high. There is something disarming about this mage whose soul burns just as fiery as any dragon Lio has known.

"I won't go anywhere." He shifts from his knees to sitting instead, drawing one knee up to his chest and watching Galo still. He's going to figure this one out. Then his stomach growls its approval of the smell of sizzling meat, and Lio looks away sheepishly.

He starts to tell Lio that he doesn't need to concern himself with it then stops. He thumps his closed fist against his chest and his expression turns sharp, his eyes sparking with the flame of his spirit. An injustice is an injustice. It needs corrected. It wouldn't matter if he were a healer or not. "I serve the balance. Dragons are clearly part of that. I need to see what the scope of the problem is and put right what's going wrong. And stop people from killing them."

Galo sweeps his arm out gesturing to the whole house. His voice loud in the sudden quiet. He quiets as Lio looks away and says. "...anyway, we should eat, rest, and work on being fit enough to travel." He has a journey to plan.

He'll see Kray first, he thinks. He can get him to put out word dragons shouldn't be killed. Then he'll go to the circle.

Lio stares at Galo like he's grown an extra head and maybe an odd number of horns. This... this idiot actually means it, does't he? His heart picks up its pace. Stop people from killing them. And that determination. And volume. He means it, and Lio finds himself feeling grateful for it, even if he's not sure what difference one man can make. It's still something.

"You're the weirdest hu--" nope, try again "--healer I've ever met."

His head tilts to the side, one corner of his lips twitching up into a small smile. "It's a good thing, I think."

Maybe Galo can't change the world, but it's nice to have someone not wanting all his kind dead simply for being what they are.

He stares right back at him. He's seen people react to him like this and usually he gets called an idiot. Galo blinks and raises an eyebrow. "Weird is a new one. Usually just get called an idiot." He grins, not bothered in the slightest.

He slips his knife under a leaf wrapped fish fillet and guides it to the edge nearest Lio. "Eat. It's finished." He parts the other package and chows down, saying, "We just got one small problem I got to take care of later."

Galo swallows down some fish and jerks his thumb towards Lio. "I'll need slip off to the village tomorrow and get you clothes. We're fine on pants." And underwear. "It's the upper wear. I need more bandages and some supplies anyway."

"That seemed rude to say to someone feeding me," Lio answers as he reaches for the fish. Yes. He's going to devour this fish. Whole. ...wait no. Shaped like a human eat like a human. So he'll go about it more delicately. But he's realizing that he's starving from the first bite. It's delicious.

He perks up when Galo mentions a problem, not sure where he's going with that, tense for a moment before, well, relaxing again. Clothes, right? Looking at Galo, he doesn't look like the clothes type given what he is and isn't currently wearing. Lio looks down at himself, shirtless as well, though bandaged enough that he's more covered than the healer in front of him.

Now that it's been pointed out though, Lio flushes and realizes he's quite intently studying Galo's bare chest and looks instead down at his fish. Well.

"Can I come?" He'll walk slowly and everything, Galo. Though he realizes he has no idea how far away the village is. What he really wants is to listen for rumors of dragon activity, see if he can put together what his people are up to in his absence, if they're all right. He may even be able to sneakily send a message.

Galo slides the second fish packet towards Lio and considers that request. Lio had been so full of holes when he pulled him from the brink of death. If he needs to fight or run it could be his last. But he looks better after pulling that dragon fire from his arm.

Lio flushes and he has no idea why. Realizing his state of dress, maybe? Has to be it. He rubs the back of his neck and thinks a little harder. Lio has been pretty opinionated and speaks the truth with passion. He's not sure this is a good idea.

He taps his knife against the stone and gives him a searching look. "Alright, you can come. But under a cloak. You stand out a bit," He is never one to talk on this. "More than I do. They're used to me. Not to you."

Lio is all too happy to take that second fish, still managing to refrain from just swallowing the entire thing whole. Points for Lio. He waits to see what Galo will say. He did, after all, agree to the healer's rules, and he's a dragon of his word. If Galo thinks he should stay here, then he'll stay here. He'll sulk about it, but he'll do it.

What Galo says though is not what Lio is expecting. "I stand out?" Because yeah, Galo, you are bright and loud and mostly naked and beautiful, how the hell does he stand out like this? ...in his other forms, yeah. He stands out. A lot. But this? He's aware he's small by human standards, and he's not setting anything on fire. He's basically invisible right. "How do I stand out?"

He huffs, but shakes his head. "Okay. I'll wear a cloak. I can do that."

"You don't hold your opinion back and that's gonna get you noticed and you just," He gestures to the tattoos he can see faintly on Lio. "Fire mages ain't popular around here or anywhere. People associate them with dragons and," He throws his hands up with a heavy sigh and a shake of his head.

"So cloak. I'll do the talking. If you start feeling sick or weak or whatever, we'll head right back here. Your health comes first." He swallows the last of his fish down and considers the last packet. He could eat it. But he's gonna nap later and the elements will refill his strength anyway.

He slides the last packet over to Lio and stretches his arms over his head. His right arm isn't hurting anymore. It stings and he can feel the usual damage he associates with burns but it doesn't feel like his soul is taking that hit.

Galo gets to his feet and retrieves the kettle along with two stone mugs. He pours the magical draft into them and offers one mug to Lio, as he downs the other one without a thought. It tastes like river water, cool and clean. It washes through him and he closes his eyes to really feel the water magic spreading through his system.

"I--" Lio opens his mouth to argue, but no, okay, Galo is right about that. He isn't shy about sharing his opinion, and that has gotten him in trouble before. He purses his lips. "You've got a point. I'll keep my head down."

He will try to keep his head down. Try is the key word there, of course, but at least his intentions will be in the right place. And there is Galo being concerned about him again. It's a weird feeling in a lot of ways, having someone this concerned about him. But that's...

It's kind of nice. That's all.

He watches Galo move for the kettle and watches in further surprise as the healer takes one for himself. Seeing Galo swallow it without any sort of hesitation is reassuring somehow. It makes it feel safer somehow, and Lio reaches to take the offered mug with a murmured thanks. He sniffs at it once before drinking. The water magic floods through him with the drink, his fire surging to meet it in the moment. He finishes the cup.

And then he looks to the fish. "You're sure? You should eat. You've used a lot of magic." Lio won't take food that Galo needs.

“I ate. No sense stuffing myself when the way I’m going to recharge will fill me up anyway.” Galo says as he hangs the kettle back up and finishes off his mug. He sets it on the bench.

He drags out his pack and sets it out. Healers are rare and their secrets kept tucked up against their chests. But this isn’t that big of a secret. “So, I have a spot where I take my recharge naps. It’s along the side of the house is the space I’ll sleep. When I do the elements will move in around the house and guard it.”

Galo sweeps his finger around in a circle in the air. “I’ll recharge a bit then we’ll see about cleaning up your injuries again.”

"I see," Lio answers and well, that's all he needs for permission to devour the last fish. His body has been through the ringer. The amount of blood that he's lost probably should have killed him, yet here he is, rescued by a handsome shirtless healer. Damn it, it's like the set up to a song that some cheesy romance story.

He looks up curiously at Galo. Huh. Recharging, is it? That is interesting. Lio wants to see what it looks like, but for now at least, he'll try not to be exceptionally nosy this time. Besides, the truth is, exhaustion still has its claws in him.

"And I'll stay inside. I should rest too." See, Galo? He's a good patient. Totally innocent. Nothing suspicious here.

“Nice to see you coming round to the rest up and get better route!” Galo says with a pleased tone. He checks his pack once then steps away from it. He walks to his staff and vaults up onto the windowsill beside it.

“Okay, so here’s the plan. I’m gonna go recharge and you’ll let that draft work on you. Once I get up I’ll see how much it’s helped and we go from there.” Galo rests his staff against his shoulder as he turns to Lio. “Remember. Stay inside. I’ll only be asleep until noon.”

Lio shrugs. "Seems like the right thing to do. Fighting against someone trying to help me is counterproductive." He can see and understand logic. That doesn't always mean that he goes with that logic. Emotions run hot and deep in dragons, and though Lio does his best to remain in control, he has enough self awareness to know it sometimes gets the best of him.

For now though he nods. "Good plan." He moves to stand now, wobbling only a little. Okay, he actually may behave fully after all. His entire body aches, but he can feel Galo's potion starting to work.

Lio gets back to the bed he'd woken up in and climbs back into it, pulling the blankets up entirely over himself.

Galo watches him. The morning sun cuts through the window and warms him as he closes his eyes. He’s exhausted. The trees creak as their roots pour through the window and wrap around the edges, anchoring themselves in place.

Roots and vines reach for him as Galo turns to face the forest that has come to him at his request. “I know, I know.” He casts one last glance at Lio then slips from the window sill to the ground below. The forest curves around him, opening a path to a hole in the side of the building.

He walks and his mind flashes through what he needs to do when he gets up. Dragons need to be saved somehow. Kray would help. The forest whispers soothingly to him in the sigh of its branches and creak of its wood. He doesn’t hear their sorrow for the faith so misplaced.

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At noon Galo pulls himself up into the house and runs a hand through his hair. There is a shadow falling over the house and he watches it from his spot by the window. He doesn’t seem that alarmed as it passes. “Aina.” He says at last, more to himself than anyone else. He turns to get a look at how Lio is doing.

Lio had intended to get up and slip out of the house at least long enough to send a message to his people to let them know that he's all right. But he wakes later than he means, close to noon, but that doesn't stop him from trying.

What Galo will find is half of Lio -- the back half in particular -- since he's bent over leaning as far out the window on the opposite side of the house as he can. Now, that involves trying to wiggle past some of the forest that has helped secure Galo's home.

He's not actually trying to leave. What he is doing is talking to a small bird perched on his finger. The bird hops a bit and all at once there's a sudden surge of fire -- a small little puff of magenta flame, that looks suspiciously like dragonfire if on a much smaller scale -- and the bird lights up. When the fire fades the little bird is unharmed, though its plumage has gone a bit miniature-phoenix looking. "They'll know what it means. Just tell them that."

The passing shadow startles both him and his bird, and then the sound of Galo moving. Shit. He's going to wind up busted, isn't he?

He had dreamed of the past where heat had always been present and safe. The threads of the dream that ended in dragon fire and Kray’s rescue still cling to him as he scrubs at his face. He can almost hear his mother’s voice soothing him with a story he can only remember pieces of.

The trees whisper and he turns in their direction. Had he felt the heat? The trees say he had and he calls over his shoulder. “Lio! If you wanted to go outside you should have waited! Using fire magic near the forest isn’t a way to make them happy!”

He rests his staff against the wall and shakes his head. “If you reopened something I’ll put my foot somewhere you won’t like.” Lio has all the time to get the bird sent off as he says with a little heat. “Mages,” and calls out to the woods. “Come on. I know you don’t like surges of fire magic. Go back home. I’ll ask Aina to redirect a little rain your way.” The roots draw back as the forest creaks and moves away, then Galo turns to Lio.

“Since you’re up anyway, let’s see how you’re healing.”

"Fire is a natural part of the forest," he informs Galo, letting the little bird fly off as he shimmies his way back into the cabin to stand up and look at the healer. But he's a biased little firebug, given that he's a dragon. Still. Fire cleanses and clears and rebirth follows in its wake. He's not planning on burning anything here though. "It was only a little spark. I won't do anything to hurt your home. Or myself."

Lio turns to look at him as the forest draws back, head tilted to the side as he watches him. "This forest treats you as its own."

It loves him, and that's so very clear. What an interesting human. Pretty too. ...wait. Where did that last thought come from?

"Fire in the forest is a seasonal thing. This isn't the season for it." Galo says as he stretches his burn scarred arm out. It's healing nicely since the dragon fire was pulled from it. He glances to be sure the forest is retreating and says, "...Probably because I've been talking to it and answering its requests since I was a kid."

He smiles fondly at the forest then walks to his pack, "Come sit with me. I want a look under those bandages." Galo drops down into a sitting position and pats the grey stone beside him. "And thanks for the help with the burns. Should heal up in a couple of days."

Lio lifts a shoulder. "Lucky there's no fire then." But it seems at least he's gotten away with his little bird trick anyway. He's glad. He wouldn't want to have to escape now, half-healed. And he likes this healer. Even if he wants to believe that perhaps, just perhaps, this healer might not immediately turn on him or chase him out of his home if he discovered him being a dragon, that nagging concern he's wrong...

Well. He doesn't want to be wrong. So maybe it's better if he never finds out.

So he makes his way over to Galo, taking a seat beside him. The thanks catch him off guard, but he shakes his head. "I'm happy it helped."

"Yeah, you did! I can get to helping right the balance sooner than I thought I would." He grins, then he reaches out. "Relax, let's get a look at how much good that draft did for you." Galo unties the bandages and notes where Lio bled through, nodding to himself.

He unwinds carefully, his touch light and gentle. "Looks good. I can feel where it took to greater effect." Those spots he had to just pack and hope for the best look better. A few are even starting to close. Is his imagination some of the healing looks a bit more advanced than it should be? Lio did seem to take the fire into himself.

He can't remember if fire mages could do that. His knowledge is a cobbled mess of memories. He could ask fire mages in the village but he keeps clear of them for a reason. "I can do a bit more work on you. Won't feel the greatest. But you'll be less holey."

"Righting the balance. You're really going to take that on. How do you think you'll manage that?" This guy. Lio is still trying to puzzle him out, and he's really coming to the conclusion that this man is different than so many humans he's encountered. The fact that the forest treats Galo like its own really caught him by surprise.

But he holds still as Galo undoes the bandages, shifting only to help. He looks down at himself, the wounds in various stages of healing. So many of them, it's only now that he realizes the extent of it. A frown and he murmurs quietly, "I should have died."

He would have without a doubt if not for Galo. And yes, the flames he welcomed back from the burn in the healer's arm have helped. His eyes lift once more to Galo and he offers the first faint smile he's really sent in the healer's direction. "I told you before. I don't mind pain. I can handle it."

"I know, I know. But I don't want to just start without asking for your permission." He says as he skims his fingers over one of the carefully packed wounds. Galo lays his hand over it and meets Lio's eyes. "You came close but, let's keep you among the living." He removes the packing to the wound. It seeps and bleeds again, but his hands are already sliding over it his magic flowing through his fingers into the wound.

Like trickles of water it works at speeding up the body's recovery. "Breathe in, this is about to really suck." He says as he reaches for the packing on the worst of the wounds over Lio's chest. He eases it out and presses his hands over it. Heat rises all around them and streams down, joined by the natural energies of water, wind, and earth within the house. The damn arrow he got out of Lio when he first found him. He searches for anything foreign in the wound.

He coaxes the splinters out and they turn to ash as they hit the stone. "Yeah, I'm going to right the balance. It has to be done. Gonna start with the biggest voices I can find to put the word out to stop dragon killings. Gives me time to go find and talk to the dragons themselves. I need to hear what they have to say or putting things right just won't work out."

Lio remains stoic for the first wound. He can feel the magic running from Galo into him, can feel his body responding to it. It's strange but not terrible for the first one, but the healer is not wrong about the next one sucking. Lio flinches as the bandage is removed and braces himself.

It still takes his breath away and he swallows down most but not all of a whimper. It hurts, but he can feel his body healing under Galo's touch. It has Lio breathing a bit quicker, but he's good. And focusing on Galo's words takes his mind off it.

"You want to talk to the dragons?" The irony of it is, well, enough that Lio has to bite back a laugh. Talk away, Galo, the dragon lord is right in front of you, watching like he can barely believe what he's hearing.

"I could help with that," he offers, tentative. He doesn't want to give away who he is, but if he leans into the fire mage thing. "Dragons and fire mages used to be closely entwined. Some of us still remember the old ways." Those words are entirely true. He's just saying it in a way that when he says us he hopes Galo thinks he means fire mages, when he really means dragons.

He stares at him, “Who the hell is still passing those on? Was it Carver?” He asks, disbelief chased by something unknown in his face. He closes his eyes and shakes his head. “No. Never mind I don’t want to know. This solves a bunch of problems. I don’t have to stir up the ghosts for them.”

That unknown thing becomes easy to see. Grief. Old, old grief. He shakes his head and dismisses it. “One more then you can rest and we’ll eat.” He shoves the grief down and straightens up, a healer in command of himself again. He studies the wounds and reaches for one closer to Lio’s stomach. His hand warms as he touches the packing as he says, “Another sucky one. You can hold onto my shoulders if you need to. This was the worst of the whole lot. I think we can at least close it. Ready?”

"My family," Lio answers anyway. And that is true too, even if he doesn't necessarily mean his blood family. His people, his dragons, he tries to make sure they haven't forgotten that they are people, not beasts like the world wants to treat them. And that human mages and dragons used to work together.

But he can see that grief on Galo's face and something in him softens. He doesn't know the source of it, but he can make guesses based on that comment. And moreover, he doesn't want to hurt this man. Galo is kind, and kindness is rarer than Lio thinks it should be. Especially for dragons. Granted, Galo isn't aware he's offering his hospitality to a dragon, but Lio is still a stranger to him.

When he reaches out, it's more to do with that sadness he'd seen in Galo's face than worrying about bracing himself. His hand settles on one broad shoulder. He nods. "Ready." But once Galo starts it turns out he underestimates this one and is not ready. The hand on Galo's shoulder grips tightly, and then it's more like clinging, leaning a bit heavily into him, head resting on Galo's shoulder as he tries to keep himself steady.

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