Raxtus tries healing

  "I can try. " Craning his neck forward, Raxtus stared down at Warren. Squealing softly, the dragon exhaled over the length of his body, glittery sparks twinkling silver and gold. Warren squirmed and shivered, as if taken by a sudden chill. The hair on his head began to flutter, and the stubble on his jaw sprouted and lengthened. A moment later, Warren had long, flowing hair and a heavy beard.

  Grimacing, Warren patted his injured chest. Then he raked his fingers through his hair. "You've got to be kidding. Who is this joker?"

  "Sorry," Raxtus said. "It didn't take. "

  "Oh, it took," Warren complained, sitting up. His beard reached halfway down his chest. His thick hair hung past his shoulders. "It just didn't cure anything. On the bright side, I think I popped open some scabs. "

  "Thanks for trying," Kendra said.

  Raxtus hung his head.

  "Hey, don't look down," Warren said. "I appreciate the effort. I do feel a little more lucid.

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