Aftermath of Victory

Astra sighed with relief, and pushed a bloody lock of hair out of her eyes. Now that the adrenaline rush of combat was fading, she suddenly felt very weak. She was also liberally drenched in the dragon's blood. "I could do with a nice hot bath," she muttered. But of course there was no hope of that.

Velus seemed to have run off in fright, but Fred was still lying unconscious where the dragon's reflexive kick had deposited him. Astra went over to him and felt his pulse. She was relieved to find that it was strong and steady. There was a dent in his mail where the dragon had kicked him, and Astra suspected that underneath it she might find one or two broken ribs. As gently as she could, she started removing his armour.

1. Having removed Fred's armour, she pulled up his undershirt, to reveal a large purple bruise. There was almost certainly at least one broken rib under the bruise.
2. Whilst she was doing this, Fred came round, to see the blood-covered Astra bending over him. "Take it easy," she told him. "The beast is dead."

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