Unknown

Male

Dragon Lord

Water Dragon

Human Form - Dusty Lavender

Amber

In human form, keeps his tail, fangs, and forked tongue
Can willingly make his horns and wings appear if he so chooses

Uncle to Lady Sheliak: https://www.notebook.ai/plan/characters/432320

Though, the female soon returned, a male following behind her. Despite his appearance, the air he carried told he was by far older than the dragonelle, Sheliak, who was leading him back. Shortly, the pair were soon standing in front of the injured man.

Sheliak stood the side, arms across her chest. Her eyes glanced towards the male who had followed behind her. As for the male, his eyes narrowed, pupils becoming thin slits. He eyed Gale head-to-toe, very clearly judging.

The stranger was silent for several moments, then finally spoke, "...bit scrawny isn't he?"

Almost instantly Sheliak's cheeks went red. Her eyes locked onto the male's, "Tyriohn...seriously, just shut up and do your job."

As for the other, he simply shrugged, though he had a slight smile, "Now, now, no need to get so defensive hun. I'm not judging or anything."

"Oh I'm sure. I've heard stories, believe me."

Sheliak had appeared behind Tyriohn. Her hand was raised, ready to bring it full force down on the back of the male's head. Despite her speed, the male's was faster, taking hold of her wrist.

"Now then dear, that's not very nice to hit your old uncle."

The female seemed to become even redder. She yanked her wrist away, turning to look in a different direction, her arms once again crossing in front of herself, annoyed.

Tyriohn chuckled softly. He soon kneeled down beside Gale. A forked tongue slipped past his lips, testing the air. Tyriohn moved slightly, his hands being gentle as they ran across Gale's form, not at all sexual, simply searching for breaks and finding anything else that proved harmful.

"Apologies human, sorry if my poking and prodding is hurting or making you uncomfortable. Scents don't always tell everything, though it does help pinpoint things."

After several more moments, Tyriohn seemed to finish. He slowly stood, reaching a hand to scratch the back of his head, a slight frown on his face. Sheliak had suddenly appeared beside him.

"...you can help him...right Uncle Tyr?"

Well, he hadn't heard that name for some time. The male closed his eyes slowly, seemingly weighing his options. He finally opened his eyes again. He turned his head to look towards Sheliak. Tyriohn saw the concern, the worry in her eyes. She really was hoping he could do something.

"Well darling, I'll try my damnedest to do what I can," Tyriohn gave his niece a gentle smile, "Besides, there's a reason I'm considered one of the best healers in our parts."

Tyriohn returned to Gale's side. He could sense Sheliak watching him closely. The male moved one of his hands, lightly setting it on the injured human's chest. Tyriohn muttered something under his breath, a soft blue glow emitted from his palm, water seemingly appearing, spreading across Gale. Despite the appearance, the only feeling would be a pleasant cool air instead of actually getting wet. As the male's ability spread, the water running across wounds, closing them.

Tyriohn's eyes never moved as he spoke softly, "If you would please open your mouth and let my water run down your throat, it would be appreciated. It'll do a better job inside your body, closing and healing whatever internal injuries you have. Don't worry, there is no risk of you drowning whatsoever."