[Mithadan]

Mithadan coughed as another smoke ring tickled his nose. He pretended that the simple action of coughing did not cause pain to shoot along his sides. He turned to Angara and smiled. "Alright pretty one," he said. "I apologize for my little joke. No one here would ever dream of damaging your lovely wings. Can I make it up to you somehow?"

A sly look appeared on Angara's face as she pretended to consider Mithadan's offer. "Well, perhaps there is something you could do..." she purred.

A half hour later, Angara's hide nearly glowed. Mithadan's shirt and pants dripped soap and water as he emptied the tub that he had bathed the wyrm in.