And just like that,
@Sean Poteitoku, shouter of spell names and sub-par damsel in distress, was out like a light. Cheap vodka continued to ebb out of the glass bottle off to the side. The stink of the dead dragon was beginning to stick to Madison's polished suit of armor.
When the hell is the next round of this stupid speed dating thing?
Madison picked up her sword and let it rest across her shoulders. In a moment of pity, she decided that the redhead needed to be cut a bit of slack. And so, she got to work.
Stepping over to the dragon, the warrioress readied her weapon. She gauged where she'd need to make the cuts, and how deep they could go before she'd just make a bigger mess of things. With four swings of the giant blade, she freed a square section of the dragon's tender underbelly. From there, it was just a matter of peeling it away from the rest of its carcass.
Satisfied with her work, Madison placed the ovesized square of flesh over the sleeping boy, pressing down on the curves where his body was sprawled underneath, tucking him in. There was still one piece missing, however.
With another couple quick cuts, Madison took an armful of the dragon's guts and wrapped it in some fatty tissue, fashioning a crude but comfortable (presumably, she hoped) pillow. Gently lifting Sean's head off the hard ground, she slid the bloody thing underneath him and softly set him back down, turning him to make sure he wouldn't suffocate.
Madison gave the boy a quick once-over to make sure he'd be able to sleep off the effects of the alcohol, turned away from him, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to meditate until the time would come for her next date.