A helpless feeling surged in Ash's heart. He knew what his bond with his wyverns felt like and couldn't imagine what this girl was going through.
Len hurried over to the blue dragon, crouching next to her. The woman placed her hand on the side of the dragon's face and on her spine. Injured dragons had a tendency to lash out due to pain, instinct, fear, or some combination, and the healers couldn't expect them to listen to reason like a human would. So, the first thing Len did was temporarily sedate Se'zeh. Then, she kept one hand on the dragon's head and put the other on her injured wing. She closed her eyes and rocked, whispering, "irisv jacioniv," over and over again.
"She'll be fine," Ash said. "You have my word." He didn't move to hug her, as he normally would've. She was in pain and terrified, so he thought it best to give her some space. Instead, he clicked his tongue twice, and Len's green dragon approached. She was a slender drake, but was much longer than Se'zeh.
The dragoness purred softly, lying down near Ash and the girl. While Len healed drakes, her dragon, Iwola, offered comfort the riders.
"What's your name?" Ash asked the girl, sitting near Iwola. At that point, Galidor walked over, sitting next to his rider.