Feneya winced as the serf worked on getting the arrow out of her shoulder. The blood poured more freely down her side once the arrow was out all the way and Feneya sighed when she realized her wing was fractured as well. Feneya looked at the Erithian dragonelle as she spoke to her master's mind, Feneya knew she was convincing him to stay with her despite her injuries. Once the dragon left Feneya realized she was alone with the serf, even though the scent of human blood was heavy in the air. She looked more closely at the dragonelle that was licking her wound to clean it and realized she was far younger than herself. The strong urge to send the Erithian away rose again with a renewed strength in Feneya's hearts and she cocked her head slightly.

Feneya guessed the dragonelle had not yet reached her first century yet and Feneya felt her protective instincts rise again. She smelled the human scent in the air and tried to figure out some way to get all of the young dragons she had found herself with to leave, to get to safety. She knew that she would not be able to fly for a while and it would take just as long for her to be able to create a strong enough [i]foua[/i] to defend herself from human hunters, but she also knew that the others had to live. Feneya shifted sightly to ease the pain in her wing and sighed as she tried to find at least one reason the dragonelles would accept, she wasn't too worried about the dragon, she could tell he wanted to survive. Finally Feneya decided to get to know the serf better and perhaps convince her to leave.

"What is your name, Serf?" Feneya was feeling a little stronger in the short time she had rested, but her wing and shoulder were still in a lot of pain.