Some unfortunate accident happened! Now you're turning into some kind of little dragon creature, and you're not prepared; you're cutting yourself with your claws, breathing flame everywhere, and your mind is foggy and everything is really big and you don't know what's going on!!!

And THEN some person in a big scary armored suit comes in! They tower over you, back you into a corner, and grab hold of you!! You're panting flames, scraping your claws against their helmet, lashing out however you can because you're SCARED and SMALL and HURT and CONFUSED!!

But they just hold you. Letting you fight and scream until your arms fall limp and your flaming breaths turn to puffs of smoke. And it's then that you hear their voice, so soft you hadn't noticed before. "...kay, it's all gonna be okay..." They set you down, one hand holding your scratched and bleeding arm while the other wipes it down and sprays some bottle on it. It doesn't hurt quite as much after that...

They repeat on your other arm. "Just breathe. I know it stings, but you'll feel better soon." Your foggy mind struggles to understand their words, but the softness of their tone puts you at ease.

You've caught your breath now, and when they release your arm, you back away, stumbling on unfamiliar legs. You exhale embers with each breath as you watch the stranger. They stay back, but place something on the ground between you. The scent of it stirs a strange urge within you.

You... pick it up. And eat it. And the moment you swallow, the heat in your throat cools, and your breaths are just air, no flames. You're calming down now.

Then suddenly you're calming WAY down. You feel tired, weak, limp, it's hard to keep your eyes open. As you lie on the floor, the stranger wraps your hands in mittens that keep your claws safely tucked in softness. The last thing you see is a collar approaching your neck, and the last thing you feel is being picked up and carried...