With a gasp Zea jumped a good handspan and took a step backward. There was an enormous dragon, just right there. Poor thing was a mess, too. Dragons were... they were like living works of art, even moreso than most living things were. Either they should be alive and well or they should be dead and ready to be dissected. This in-between seemed wrong.
"Wow. Oh wow." She shook her head to snap her thoughts out of gobsmacked uselessness. "Yes. Let me see what I can do. Your anatomy is, uh. Super unusual, but if you'll tell me where the major problems are, I can try to figure things out as I go along and I'll repair anything I can see how to repair. Plan?"
She hoped that Plan A would be good enough, because Plan B was to put this poor thing out of its misery and think of some way to take it back to her lab. Plan B seemed a little dodgy, mostly that second part. Dragons were big. Zea was small. She had a basket. She needed a Plan C.