[As soon as he knew that the dragon wasn't going to do a big loop around and roast them, he turns his attention to Hawk...]

[...who...wasn't Hawk anymore. What?]

Oh, what fresh hell is this. What, are you like Cereal? Change color when all your bones are broken...?

[It's a joke only for him and he'll scoff at is own idiocy as he starts to rapidly heal Hawk. There was a lot about this guy that Darin didn't seem to know. ...Then again, Darin had his own fair share of secrets.]

[Did he regret saving his friend from making the worst choice, even as the litany of screams rose over the treetops as Celliwig began to burn?]

[No. At the end of the day, he could shoulder the burden that his actions killed many. He was a monster, after all. But he'd never be able to stand by and watch a friend willingly throw his life away. Beating the dragon then wouldn't be a victory to Darin.]

[It was his choice to make. As painful as it was, he could live knowing his friend would be alright.]

...Man...and I thought I was troublesome...

[He takes off his tattered smith coat and drapes it over Hawk, doing his best to hide his features from anyone who might stumble there way. And he stays with him until he comes to.]

[However long that takes.]