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Watching the events unfold around him as if he were not there, Jirian looked at Rilla. He took a very good look at her. He heard Dragon mention something about if they did not trust her, to put her in irons. She had also said she would have the wounded tended to. Rilla looked like she was more than happy to take Dragon into custody.

Rilla took a step forward, a twisted smile on her face, and she suddenly collapsed onto the ground. Dragon, ANTIE-D and Rose saw Jirian, just behind the unconscious fairy, putting a nite-stick back into his belt.

"Excuse me, My Lady Dragon. I apologize for the actions that our misguided Captain did against you just now." He nodded, and two of the fairies stepped forward. He looked just past his shoulder at them.

"Drik, please attend Hij-ial. Fii-aia, would you please reverse the spells on the Lady Dragon's friends?"

Jirian returned his gaze to Dragon, and looked at her quite intently for a few moments. He smirked momentarily, amused by her currently small form. He then quickly traced a sign in the air with his wand, it's tip lighting up as he "drew". The mark looked odd... but somehow angelic.

"The fairies' ships are turning around." Nerissa's voice said from a nearby display.

"I am sure our Queen will issue a formal apology once I am able to return and give a full report to Her Majesty. In the meantime, I would like to apologize for former Captain Rilla's bad behavior. It is a well known fact that she has held a grudge for many years. It is apparent, now, that this has clouded her judgement."

Drik spoke quietly. "Hil-ial will be fine. The burns are superficial now, the Healing went well. It will, however, take her another day to recover from the Healing."

Jirian nodded, and looked past Dragon, to the other people, and Fii-aia, who was assisting them. The gwees were both there, now, and the correct size. Simple charm spells, those had been. The petrified cat was still curled up and petrified, and Drik went over to it to assist. The man, though, looked to have a little more trouble. He seemed to have been hit by an ice spell, and there were four large icicles sticking out of his mid-section. He was still unconscious.

"I am not sure how best to remove these." Fii-aia said to Jirian. "They are level 8 icicles, and are frozen in place. They even seem to be freezing the rest of him. We might lose him before we are able to get him to Advanced Healers." Her eyes were sad. She was training to be an Advanced Healer, a much higher position than Quick-Healer, but she was not at that level yet.

Jirian's brow furrowed, and a lump gathered in his throat. He, like most fairies, was soft-hearted, and did not like suffering, pain, or any kind of needless harm. And this was some of the worst. He was quite at a loss.