When the red dragon nears him, despite Resplendence's coaxing he gives a feral snarl and ejects his razor-edged claws so they press deep into the glass-laden dirt. "Don't!" warns Nyx, her mental voice loud and authorative. He rarely listens to her - defiant, imbued with testosterone and male pride, the lion is not the sort to obey her like a common dog - but she prays to all the gods that he chooses now to start doing so. "He's going to help you. Please, you must let him." With his blue eyes fixed on and narrowed dangerously at Valiance, the beast finally allows his claws to retract, leaving his paw free to be operated on. Those fierce eyes, dulled with pain, never leave the red-scaled dragon as his talons grasp the offending glass, his entire body spasming in a wince as the razor-edged blade digs deeper into his skin. When the dragon yanks backwards and the glass pulls free, the initial shot of pain is like a razor-edged scream that rockets through the nervous system of both lion and mare. Nyx's ears pin and her eyes water as she draws some of Dominus' pain into herself to relieve him of it, her hoof pawing against the ground as though it is she having the glass removed.

But finally, finally, the pain begins to dull. Dominus gasps with relief, his thrashing tail seizing its frantic waving to rest stoicly behind him, tongue lolling. A mist descends and floats between them, and Nyx feels her lion's awe as his torn and ravaged flesh begins to sew back together, as good as new. "Thank you both," says the silver one, her head dipping in obvious gratitude. Rarely have they met a foe that they cannot defeat; apparently glass is one such foe. "Dominus says thank you, too," she adds, although the lion has done nothing of the sort. He does not do gratitude, and returns to his paws to fetch his bone as though nothing had happened.

Valiance drops the blood-soaked piece of glass by her feet but the mare kicks it away, sickened by the fact something so small had caused her bonded so much grief. She follows the dragon and his bonded carefully, Dominus following closely behind her and ensuring he scans the ground for hidden torture this time. She shakes her head at Resplendence's apology. "There's no need to apologise. It is just...quite a shock, to see that such a feat has been destroyed. The wall was magnificent." She looks mournfully at the shattered remains, saddened by it. The wall had made the Edge special, not to mention safe. Its loss...it is a cause for great sorrow from the grey female.

The younger mare explains that the herd now has three leaders, including Archibald. Nyx remembers the large man with his little shit of a pet dog - he had defeated her in battle. He has her respect for that, although she wouldn't trust him as far as she could throw him (in other words, not at all) after he used that look-I-can-turn-your-bones-to-stone-isn't-it-fun magic on her during their fight. She will serve him loyally, though, largely because of that battle - he is a leader she can trust in times of war. "Have you any sort of rank?" she asks. The kindly mare seems like she deserves one, and Nyx would be more than happy to put in a good word for her. She nods as the other mentions checking her herbs, deciding to pay attention to anything she can learn - as the glass incident had proven, healing skills could be just as valuable as fighting skills. "What else has happened in Helovia since my absence?" she questions. She wants to know all the gossip!