The healer was a short, rosy-cheeked woman who gave the elf a cursory glance before ordering, "Sit." She shrugged a satchel off her shoulder and began rooting through it for supplies. "Where is it the worst?" she asked, business-like.
Ren snorted, assured that Mist was being taken care of, and settled back into the courtyard. Kit gave his rider a quick nuzzle and moved back as well, saying something quietly. Ren only caught the words, "need rest too." He huffed, putting it from his mind as the younger dragon curled up under the girl's balcony, eyeing him warily.
He chuffed at him, blowing a ring of smoke. "I'm not going to eat you, youngling," he muttered, vaguely amused.
Kit looked away, giving a huff of his own but otherwise not responding.