“You’ll not be burned today. And even if you do happen to get caught up in something, the gear you’ve put on will protect you from the worst, and the wonders of our on-sight healer will see to it that you recover completely from the rest,” he said, not that any on-sight healer who worked with dragon keepers was the best in the world. Septimus still bore scars from accidents that had befallen him in Romania, scars that other healers would have probably been able to keep him from. But he was simply one of those people who didn’t mind.
“I think you’re up for the task,” he said with confidence, though there was no way of knowing the truth. Not yet. He’d yet to see Terry around the dragons in the role he was now involved in. It would be interesting, he thought, to see how Terry dealt with them.
“You’ll only be keeping an eye on him to begin with. Our alpha’s a female, and she’s already dealt him a blow across the flank. You’ll be able to pick him out easily, funnily enough. He’s not quite healed yet, but it’s meant he’ll learn his lesson,” Tim said as he ascended the ladder, barely missing a beat in his speech as he went, only too used to moving in the gear.