Bariyan knelt down beside the dragon as Mar rattled off titles, smiling to himself. "Bariyan," he said in turn, "of the Argent Crusade, and that's about all for me."

He murmured a low greeting to the dragon and put his hands on an injured leg. No broken bones in this one, as far as Bariyan could tell, which was good. Bariyan couldn't set a human's bone, let alone a dragon's. But there was an enormous and deep gash across the front of the leg.

Bariyan breathed in deep, drew upon the Light, and then-- nothing. There was a brief flash of Light beneath his palms that dissipated quickly. He blinked in surprise and tried again, achieving the exact same result.

"Er..."

The dragon opened one eye again and rolled it down toward him. Bariyan made brief contact.

No time to wonder why this was happening. He grabbed for one of the bags hanging from his belt, picking out a roll of bandages. Quickly, quietly, he wrapped them around the dragon's wound, tying it off tight before moving on to the other leg.

"How's it looking, Mar?"