Dragging Pipaji's body behind her she tried to get the unconscious girl somewhere where she cod bring her back to the living when she was sulrised with a cough behind her. She altered. He was only several yards away. For a moment they stared at eachother as if they were strangers. Her gaze dropped to the golden golden circets. She realised those weren't jewerly they had been designed to attract that lightning he had saved her from. The skin under them was badly discoloured. He had healed from wounds far worse than this from the dragons power and somehow those didn't heal. Nezha wipes his mouth blood smearing in his hand. "Is she alive?", he asked motioning to papaji. Nezha cought miserably. She realised the hesperians must've continued their experiments on him after she escaped.