The outlook is good.

When the liquid touches the dark red blood it immediately begins to fizz. You look at the Drake's head and notice the it is watching the fizzing wound intently. Twisting its head from side to side as if it were a big dog. You chuckle slightly watching its reaction then turn your attention back to the wound. The blood flow had stopped and the fizzing was diminishing as well.

"Ready for round two?" You ask the Drake. It responds by nuzzling your shoulder with its nose which moves you slightly closer to the wound.

"I can definitely interpret that as a yes", you retort. You uncork the second vial and upend its contents directly into the wound. You can immediately see the bone and muscle knitting itself back together and the wound begins to close rapidly. The Drake lifts its head as high as it can go looking directly at the sky. Its mouth opens and its tongue dangles out the side of its mouth while it emits a gravely "ahhhhhhhh". You smile a bit as the wound seems to be mending nicely, faster than a human's wound would even.

Next was the hard part you decide. As if approaching a wild creature like a Drake wasn't trying enough. It could still lop off your head with its mouth if it wanted to you realize. Regardless it seems to know you want to help it now and is docile enough to allow your approach. That didn't matter now, because now you had to somehow convince this creature to drink the last vial. Knowing that the wound would have the best chance of healing if some of the potion could be absorbed by the whole body. The Drake still had its head to the sky with its tongue lolling about the side of its mouth.

"Ummm, excuse me Sir Drake," you begin as to get its attention. Before you could continue on the Drake's tongue retracts and its mouth snaps shut and before you could react in any way you found yourself face to face with the Drake. Its brightly glowing eyes boring into you while it breathed heavy puffs through its nostrils. It appeared mad, but you didn't think you had done anything physically. It then turns its head away from you and holds its chin up and closes its eyes giving it a rather haughty look. Then it dawns on you.

"You can understand me can't you!" you exclaim. The Drake doesn't look at you but snorts into the air. What was it you had just said you think to yourself...of course, you called it a Sir. You smile.

"Excuse my manners...Lady Drake" you say with a slight bow. The Drakes eye that is facing you snaps open to regard you. You smile as the Drake starts to fidget with its front paws while attempting to look anywhere but your face. No time for teasing now though.

"Please Lady Drake, the potions seem to be doing well, but for the best results you will need to drink some of this potion as well" you state while holding up the final vial. The Drake once again looks at you, and continues to look you up and down until you start to feel a bit uncomfortable. You clear your throat a bit to bring back the focus to the vial. The Drake snaps back to attention shaking its head a little and slowly lowers its head to your level and opens its mouth which it angles slightly upwards.

Brushing off your nerves you uncork the vial and slightly put your hand inside the upturned mouth and upend the vial. Once empty you remove your hand and vial from its mouth. The Drake closes its mouth and you hear a single swallow followed by the Drake smacking its lips. Then a deep warble comes from the creatures chest as if to say it enjoyed the flavor. You always liked the flavor of healing potions, they taste like a sweet and tangy fruit's juice usually. You chuckle again and look back to the wound and notice the only trace of it is a slight bump that appears to be shrinking down.

"Can you move your toes...er...claws at all" you ask? The Drake twists its head a bit at the question and directs its gaze at its hind feet. Nothing happens at first, and your heart begins to sink, but before despair overtakes you the claws begin to twitch slightly.

"Whoo hoo" you shout throwing your fist into the air, as the Drake quickly looks back and forth between you and its hind feet. With every passing second more and more movement returns to the Drake's hind quarter and soon the tail begins to stir.

"At the rate you are going you should be back to normal by morning I would bet", you tell the Drake while you watch it keep moving body parts. You look back to the Drake's face and although it is hard to tell in the dying light under you swear you could see some moistness under its eyes. Reality comes slamming back to you as you lower your head. You almost killed this creature, who appears to have just as much sentience as you do. Guilt starts to overtake you as you close your eyes and slump your shoulders, but before you descend further you feel a touch on your chin and deep breaths on your chest. You open your eyes to find the Drake's nose under your chin and its glowing eyes fixed on yours. It nuzzles your chin back up, and with swiftness opens it mouth and its tongue drags along the side of your face. Its tongue feels like the texture of a cat's tongue. It then retracts its tongue, closes its mouth, and places its forehead to your forehead. You remain like that for a few moments and realize this creature is forgiving you.