Feneya smiled weakly at Istaria, she had probably been ignored by other dragons her entire life as many other serfs had been. Feneya narrowed her eyes at the brash dragon and wondered how long Istaria had suffered him. She glanced at the drake that had just joined them and gave him a simple nod, realizing that of all the dragons and dragonelles that had foolishly stayed with her, she was most probably the oldest. She thought for a moment and tried to think of some way to use that to get them to leave but she was too weak to think that much.

Instead she folded her good wing to her side and curled her own tail around her before she turned back to Istaria "My name is Feneya. Please don't call me 'my lady', Istaria, it's irritating." She turned to the dragon "And you, Dragon, would be better off if you learned to show some kindness to those younger than yourself, especially in this circumstance." Feneya smiled weakly at the young drake "You shouldn't be here, but you're welcome to stay."

Feneya shifted her weight off her injured shoulder and looked around for the missing dragonelle "Where is the wimborne?" She remembered the scent of human blood and her eyes widened "Did they attack her as well?"