You try to cry out for help, but your cry comes out as an earthshaking roar. Distressed and ashamed by your own horrific voice, you roar again, keening horribly at the world. "Help!" You try to shout. "I've become a monster!" It all comes out as a deep-bellied yelp that could shatter rock. You let out another, then another.
Finally, you see another dragon coming into view, banking in the gusting crosswinds. This one is actually a dusky tan color, much less gaudy than your emerald color. You don't know whether this creature is a friend or a foe, but you know that you are in no condition to fight and certainly can't hide. You just plead pathetically with your eyes as he approaches.
{{Release your fire-ballast, you idiot!}} you hear him say as he catches a hold of the rocky cliff-face outside.
"What?" you try to say. You only get another deep yelp that would make an oktavist sound like a soprano but somehow also sounds keening and pathetic.
You hear a sigh. {{There goes my eardrum. I'll have tinnitus for a week. Thanks. Now, listen carefully: contract your throat in that little spot just above your vocal chords, and relax your fire-bladder. Do try to save your own skin, please}}
Trying this in an instinctive attempt to save your own life, you feel a tremendous lurch, as if you were vomiting violently, and a gout of flame seethes from your gullet, the mysterious substance within you being pulled along by the heat. Your swollen body contracts rapidly, and you continue pulling yourself forward with all of your strength until--with a shower of torn-off scales--you extract yourself from the cave.
You pitch forward, and you are suddenly plummeting toward the rocks below.