[Mars whips her fingers up in a wide arc, casting a wall of flame around the edges of the room to banish as much of the shadows as possible. If it's hiding, it'll get ignited or at least become readily apparent that it's gone.

Her attention flicks to Toothless, and she darts to his side, placing a hand over his head, stroking him gently. She's no healer but it's easy to tell those cuts run deep. And he may not make it, but like hell is she not going to soothe him.]

I'm sorry, little dragon. We'll get you and your friend help as soon as we can, but...I'm not sure how long that will be. Just hold on as long as you can.

[Her eyes flick up to Hirari, worry there.]

We can continue, or try and leave. I can get us up the elevator shaft if need be. The next room is a zoo or something, a menagerie and I'm not sure how smart taking a wounded dragon in there would be. Blood might drive the beasts inside crazy, and this has been insane enough.