The long night turned into almost three days. Trelon was on autopilot as he worked. He had been eating and catching what few hours of sleep he could in the transporter room. Fortunately, most of the men had returned within a few hours, healed by their symbiots. From what he was able to gather from the bits and pieces of conversation among the men, four remained in medical. Two for injuries from his dragon, the one who had touched his female from his symbiot, and one who was trying to get the attention of the injured female who had been brought aboard the warship. On top of all that, his dragon had done nothing but growl, claw, and whine. He tried to tell it that it was all its own fault for losing control in the first place, but that just made him feel even worse. That was the downside of
