Dovah was grateful the dragon didn't press the matter any further. As the drake waited for another response from the dragon, he also cast a look at the silver dragonelle as she flew off with the human in her claws. This greatly confused him, was she actually going to take it to a place where humans could save it or did she intend to drop it from a high height. While he hoped for the latter, it was more likely she was trying to save it. This made Dovah feel on edge, what if the humans caught her trail somehow as she came back and sent some after her. He quickly glanced to the dragon only to see him hold his tonged as she flew off. Dovah was starting to wonder if he's overestimating the human's tracking ability.

When the dragon turned to the other two dragonelle nearby, Dovah snapped out of his thoughts and noticed the older creature's tail flick in indication of inviting him into the group. The drake remained quiet as he did follow behind the dragon a little bit, being reminded of his fall every step of the way. All he would need is a good night's rest, he's had similar injuries before as it wasn't the first time he's been dropped violently, granted not as dangerously as this. 

It took a few seconds for Dovah to realise he was being asked a question. He shrugged as he spoke, "Dovah. And, if I may, ask what your's is?" He sat down as he asked the question, enjoying the peace of the moment after the chaos of the mass migration. His attention quickly turned to the, probably, oldest of the group. She gave a small rebuke to the dragon before turning her attention to himself, telling him that he shouldn't be here but was welcome to stay. Dovah gave a quick thought of the other drakes and drakkas that weren't as lucky to get out of the original nesting grounds during the migration. He gave a very simple response to the dragonelle's words, more out of reaction of his own thoughts, "None of us should be here..."