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[While Genessia has more than its share of benevolent dragons, leave it to Gellert to find a truly vicious one. The crack of what sounds like a whip accompanies the bellowing roars of the beast well. Gellert might look like a hero, silhouetted as he is by the dragon's flame, and he certainly seems unfazed by all the fuss.

But then he laughs and the sound is unnerving.]

Now, now, is that necessary? I just need a little blood. You won't miss a vial or two.

[He brings out the Elder Wand and he raises it, slashing it viciously through the air and...

Through the dragon's hide. Any blood spilt is drawn, with another quick spell, into a waiting flask. Of course the dragon doesn't like that at all. Gellert Apparates, bringing his audience along on a dizzying ride over the treetops, with the dragon in hot pursuit.

He shifts towards the mountains, where the cold air leaves frost on his audience's view. Then the communicator turns and Gellert is grinning wildly, madly, diving down into what looks like a mountain cavern.]

Wasn't that exciting? [With his feet on the ground, he ducks into the cave and brings out the spoils of his battle.] It is so very hard to acquire dragon blood.

[There follows an audible thump and he looks up.]

Poor thing. They want to bury me in here, is that it?

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[He rubs over Albus's back, pressing a kiss to his cheek before he answers.]

Sore, but much better, thank you. [Healing is a painful process, yet it is not nearly as painful as being clawed by a dragon.] How are you feeling?

Good. [He is less tense than he was the night before, though he does look over Gellert from where he lays, getting a sense of how he looks.] I'm all right. Better now that you are.

[His lips twitch, amused.] You are going to worry yourself into an early grave. [Gellert kisses the bridge of Albus's nose.]

[He smiles slightly at the kiss, though there is a wry twitch to it.] And whose fault will that be, I wonder?

Mine and yours. [He taps Albus's lips.] I can only control myself, so I must take you with me on my...ah...adventures.

I can oblige you that. And keep you out of too much trouble, if I'm able.

[There is sleep still in his voice as he says it, but the words are still serious. As he awakens further, his arm wraps around Gellert's waist, tugging him in closer.]

You are very generous to a madman. [He smiles at the tug, shifting closer to kiss Albus's eyelids.] I'm with you; try to sleep if you need more rest.

I'm all right. I'm awake now. [Settling into the embrace, he asks:] Did you sleep well?

[Gellert glances over his shoulder at his back, humming.]

I did. I can't even feel it anymore.

Good. I'm glad of that.

[Which makes him feel freer to wrap his arms a little more tightly around Gellert, if his wounds no longer pain him.]

Your potion brewing is unmatched. [He smiles at the grip and tangles their legs together loosely.] I'm impressed that you found all the right ingredients.

I have a large store of potions on hand. Especially ones for emergencies. [Which this most certainly had been.] I'll brew some more later to replace the ones I used.

Of course you would. [He slides his fingers through Albus's hair slowly.] I'll brew them for you - as a thank you.

[He smiles slightly at that.] All right. If you like, you can.

Though you need not thank me. If I'd been hurt, I know you'd have done likewise.

[He admires the smile, encouraging it with a small kiss.]

But thanking you is a joy. If it was a chore, you know I wouldn't do it.

All right. Then I'll let you, with no complaints.

[He reaches up to run his fingers over the side of Gellert's face.]

But don't frighten me like that again anytime soon.

[He nuzzles the fingers, resting a hand on Albus's waist.]

I wasn't thinking. I will learn from this mistake and any other I happen to make.

[He nods slightly at that, feeling some relief at that.]

Good.

[Albus smiles slightly before he adds:] Just know that I care very deeply whether or not you are hurt.

[His face flushes and his eyes widen slightly.]

...I feel the same way about you. It makes me feel sick to imagine you hurt.

[Gently, he sweeps his thumb over the side of Gellert's face in slow strokes.]

I will do my best to not be hurt, then, to save you the heartache.

[He smiles with a surprising amount of tenderness.]

Is that the only reason? Being hurt isn't thrilling.

It might be. I tend to be foolish with my own well-being.

Don't we all? What will it take for us to learn? [He purses his lips and traces over Albus's mouth with his thumb.]

[He smiles at the gesture, his hand settling on Gellert's waist, another quite reassurance to himself that he was still there.]

Someone to worry over us when we're hurt, I suppose.

[His eyes widen playfully and he caresses Albus's cheek.]

You have me. I will fuss like an old maid if you like.

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