not broken, just bent (open)

Amun

You'll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes
You're going to have to make a few compromises

As the dragonling's cry echoed in the sky above, Amun tensed. However, he couldn't rouse himself from the ground. Zhanshi, though, launched into the sky, aiming straight for the other predator. When the landshark saw who it was, it circled around Loki instead of attacking.

The potter, reassured by his companion's reaction, managed to roll onto his back. The familiar dragon was gone before Amun could see it. Instead, he stared up at the sky as the landshark returned to circling around him, slower and steadier now.

After a long time--or perhaps only seconds, Amun couldn't tell much in his state--a vision appeared before him. It couldn't possibly be Wessex, but at the sound of her voice (sounding quite unlike the usually formidible Wraith), his lips twitched and parted. "Prin...cess?" A rattling cough wracked through him at the single word.

However, she soon was by his side, unless it was a hallucination caused by his malfunctioning systems. His tongue darted out to lap at the liquid dripping on his chin and mouth. Zhanshi floated up to pull his mouth open further, but not before Amun muttered, "always...so buh...bossy."

For now we're happy if not overjoyed
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid