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Thorn: So the dragon tried to eat me. I stabbed it through the soft palate, and it, ah . . . fired me.
Some experts think that fire was a reflex. The dragon was already too dead to fire on purpose. That’s their best guess to explain why it didn’t go long enough or hot enough to . . . uh . . .
. . . turn me into a charcoal briquette. But it’s just a guess. I didn’t see anything that could prove it or not.
I was very unconscious by then.
Leif: I’ll bet! How did they even know you were still alive?!
Thorn: One of the mages — from the half of the team that stayed behind — found me. And, um, “froze” me.
They didn’t wake me up until the worst damage was healed. So I only know about a lot of it because they told me later.
Leif: . . . did they do anything you didn’t want?
Thorn: No, I had a . . . A medical directive. I wrote down what I wanted if I was hurt. We all did.
Also, my mom flew in to supervise.
Leif: There wasn’t anyone closer that you could ask?
Thorn: It’s usually a job for the second-in-command! But she was too dead.