“Now if thou will excuse me, I must fix thy Ancient’s. Thou may
watch but not touch.” Zoe said and walked over to the pedestal,
motioning for the group to watch.
Lyra watched on curiously, reaching up to pat Azamra again gently.
She was growing rather fond of the dragon, and even Zoe was growing
on her. "Fixing? Are they broken?" She asked in confusion.