"Oh, well, if that's the best we can do, at least we can apply a shoddy patch job to the wounds faster."

Mar knew nothing about his own Dragonsworn powers, which would be much more effective than what he was about to do, but he did know how to cast a healing spell. The paladin brought his hands together, gathered light around them, then thrust a hand forward as golden radiance descended around the dragon.

It wasn't much of a heal, but it was something.

"And that ought to see it survive till we reach a healer. Next step, reach a healer!"