Xenagrosh had been horrified to discover that performing just one more breath would have crippled her troll half, forcing her back to being just another Eldritch Abomination in a matter of a few decades.
The Master had used all of their skills to save her and forbidden her to use them in such a mindless way. Once she had recovered, Xenagrosh had then been forced to learn tier five light magic to keep her own life force in check.
After that, she had spent all of her time as Bytra's furnace, gaining the Raiju's eternal gratitude and the mockery of her peers. For a several centuries-old being feeling ignorant first, falling ill, and finally being a laughingstock was far from a pleasant experience.
"Is it good?" Xenagrosh asked.
"You tell me." Bytra handed her what looked like a set of dragon claws. "I made it so that you can use it in both your human and dragon form. They will grow in size with you."