grown to have a clipped dialect, too. He dashed over and pulled me with him.
“He’s in number three, isn’t he?” A younger guard supplied.
The blonde shot her a glare, but Rio had dashed out of the room with me in tow before she could stop us.
“Alright,” I heard the half-blood mumble to himself. “Number three – ah!”
We came to a sudden halt. I landed my face in Rio’s back for a moment before I staggered toward the wall to steady myself. We stood in front of a large, metal door.
“How do we open it?” I said.
My ears twitched as I heard the jangle of keys coming toward us. The guard who had let the dragon-kin’s location slip was trotting toward us. A ring of keys dangled from her wrist. She gave Rio a flirtatious smile, and then flourished the keys.
“I’ll let you in,” she said, placing a key in the lock. “I mean, even I could tell this poor fellow is sick. He’s so pale and-“
“The door if you please, madam.”
She gave him a frown for interrupting her, but unlocked the door anyway. It swung open with a creak, revealing a gate behind it. The lone inhabitant of the cell looked up quickly, no surprise evident in his pale face even as his eyes roved over the half-blood and myself.
“What is this?” He deadpanned.
The guard unlocked the second door, and slid it out of the way.
“We’re here to examine you, good sir!” Rio exclaimed as he pranced into the room.
The look on the dragon-kin’s face was one of supreme confusion and disapproval.
“What are you-“ he began.
“You’re diseased! Nurse! Examine!” He snapped his fingers at me and pointed to the kin.
I rushed over, kneeling in front of him. My face was growing red.
“Turn away, you, this is a delicate process!” Rio shouted at the guard.
She huffed, but did as he said.
The half-blood then knelt down next to me and whispered, “Damn. They cuffed his feet, too.”