It was a shity bus in the midle of nowhere

Sky groaned, hating that the werewolf had to see her while in pain, hating to show weakness to that asshole, but she would sit, holding her wounded arm and forcing any pain noise that wanted to escape down her throat.

Torin got a glass and began to mix a cocktail of potions to treat the Dragon. "Just hang in there, this'll help." The sorcerer assured her as he mixed potions and murmured to himself "A bone recovery elixir, a little something for internally mangled flesh, some pain killers..." Eventually Torin mixed what he had together with a spoon, and set it in her hand of the unbroken arm. "Now This will help, but I'm going to need to make you two more of these a day for the next two days. It's not going to taste good, but it'll ensure your arm heals up nicely..."

Sky noded and swallowed the disgusting brew in one go in a defiant way to show that she wasnt scared of a bad tasting potion or their furried covenant partner.

"Good, now that should kick in, in a few minutes. Specter will look after you while I go check the fuse box. Go to your room and rest when you can, I'll come by with food when I can." Torin told her, taking charge of the situation in a strangely commanding yet caring manner that was all his own, before limping off to go have a look. Though in no better condition than her, he seemed determined to handle the situation and take care of of everyone else.

"Thanks" Sky would smile, getting up and goung to her own room, appreciating his effort.