Max scoots closer to her, looking worried but still effectively mute. Hair pet? Hair pet.
"Hey there, the dragon's been knocked out courtesy of Rain and had his medallion yoinked and all his moving parts weighed down," soothes Cam. "Your boyfriend ate half a spell and it wasn't so nutritious but he seems to be improving. If you wanna fix him too we can handle the dragon if he wakes up before you."
Max smiles at Phix and keeps petting her hair. He's fine with not being fixed with magic right this second.
Nothing. "I'm not sure what's up with my fairy princess magic today. I was expecting it to go off when the dragon snatched me, but, nothing, and then I could heal myself, and now it's not working and I don't know if that's because the spell swallowing isn't a fairy-princess-magic-addressable ailment or because I'm on the fritz."
Max points a finger at the dragon and raises a questioning eyebrow.
She's only a little halting mentioning the antimagic field in the warehouse.
Max shrugs a little in an 'I don't know' gesture. And then he snuggles his girlfriend protectively. No more torture for his girlfriend, thank you, one dose was more than enough.
"Antimagic dragon. Over short range."
"I'd be really surprised, but - yeah, daeva, poke the dragon and see if your mojo behaves."
Cam pokes the dragon. He makes an M&M and eats it. "Just you, Phix."
Max nods. And - scoots himself and Phix away from the dragon, a bit. Protectively. His magic fairy princess kitty. Bad dragon.
"I wonder how it works," muses Idania. "I'm working on the rune magic thingy, but - I wish the weird magic species effects had well-charted reasons for being magic."
"Sorry, but in spite of Mr. Smaug's delusions I'm the only known living sphinx and can't give you much of a body of literature on how I work. Likewise with the dragon, unless he's got family."
"Yeah. Blah, I'm mostly just annoyed because it's such delightfully straightforward magic with rules and it makes sense and everything and no one bothered to record it and that's upsetting."