"you're lucky that i know basic first aid , or you'd be dead!"
Okay perhaps that was a slight exaggeration but now Tim knew how his father must have felt and what he'd meant about hoping he'd never have to use these skills.
(*slides one lab experiment over* )
Timaeus groans in pain from the wound in his side. Shit. He should've been more careful and more observant. If he had, he would not be leaning against a wall right now being patched up.
"I thank you, friend."
He watches the other work, his head tilting slightly. This person felt...safe. And...are they? Oh! A fellow dragon! He is quick to keep his dragon half under control from how excited it is at seeing another dragon in so long.
"You are quite skilled. May I know your name?"