The purple grid that had nearly covered Draconos seemed to recede as he made contact with the plateau, an when the grid had retreated enough, Draconos slowly woke up again.
Draconos slowly got himself up with a long groan, to which he rubbed his head then looked around, and then peering at his home jutting from the ground and then to Alka, "How... wait... I feel better!", he looked at Alka one more time and saw him wheezing, "Did you carry me?... what the hell are you?"