Dark Dragon
Angel, as if on cue, began with a vague explanation of sorts.
“I am here because Drago asked me to help you get dressed,” she said, smiling, if you could call it that,
“Even though you are healed, you may still be sore, so I brought you something comfortable, ok?”
Madchen, still in shock, shook her head.
“Obviously, you have questions,” Angel went on, “They will be answered when we get you ready, and have breakfast, so come on,”
Slowly, Madchen climbed out of the bed. Surprisingly, most of her pain had subsided, save a little tug under her arm. Angel approached her with what looked like a genie costume.
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