The young dragon woman quietly tended her wounds without speaking, her gaze darting away whenever it fell upon Bai Yujun.
Bai Yujun focused on the treatment, transferring her own energy into the old dragon. Afterward, his injuries were healed seven or eight parts out of ten; the rest would require him to awaken and heal himself.
She did not take the initiative to speak with the dragon woman either. Saving the severely injured old dragon came first.
After a long infusion of energy, the dragon scales that had resembled withered bark finally regained their bluish-green color. When Bai Yujun heard a thump of a heartbeat, she breathed a sigh of relief. Good, he was alive. Her signboard as a miraculous physician who could bring spring back to withered hands had been preserved.
She glanced at the two dragons, rubbed up a raincloud, and scattered rainwater below.
Warm sunlight, cool rainwater...
The young dragon looked up in surprise, feeling the delicate rain slide over her scales. A joy so intense it nearly brought tears to her eyes rose within her. The rain she had once taken for granted was so wonderful. She missed the days of soaring through thunderclouds beyond measure.
Perhaps sensing the pattering rain, the old dragon gave a muffled cough and opened his nostrils, letting out a long breath.
Bai Yujun stopped transferring dragon energy, and the dragon-energy ribbons dissipated.
After several more heartbeats, the old dragon laboriously opened his eyes. His nictitating membranes drew back as he looked around in confusion. The comfort brought by the rain on his body felt so unreal.
After a moment of silence, once his dragon soul had recovered somewhat, he turned his eyes toward the young green dragon, then toward the unfamiliar dragon floating in midair. Familiar rainwater, sunlight carrying warmth,