" Wait! How do dragons have a mate?" Dawn asked.
Abrax cringed in pain, " can you...help me first?" said the dragon. He's referring to his wound.
Dawn wonderingly looked at his flesh.
" Is that... a wound?" she exclaimed.
Because if not for the look on Abrax's face, then she would assume it's a mark that resurfaces.
The dragon nodded.
" You have a healing fire then..."
" You're my summoner... I don't have control over my fires," Abrax cuts her off.
Dawn nodded, " Okay...okay," she responded, grinning.
Then she waved her palms and wielded fire in her hands, muttering some incantations, concentrating on her thoughts. And after a while, the wound on Abrax's flesh instantly closes.
Now, pain is no longer reflecting on the dragon's face, but still, Dawn wasn't able to erase
