I don’t want Merethyl overdoing it with this little dragon, but almost instantly I can tell that where I struggled to stay gentle when healing Merethyl, peace and calm flow out of her as easily as if she’s breathing. It’s just part of who she is.
When she’s done, we say our goodbyes to the group. They will continue hunting for more dragons, trying to save them, but I need to protect my mate and my child. I can’t do that when we’re constantly fighting. As much as I want to help them, Merethyl is my priority and always will be.
‘Would you like to stop and see Ancalagon and Zephyr one more time before we go back to the elf lands?’ I ask Mere. It’s been a while since I’ve seen my son, and I’m sure he’s gotten bigger. Once we’re back on Yhendorn’s lands, we probably won’t be leaving until aft
