Dovah gave an irritated grunt at Feneya's suggestion; what was he? A hatchling needing to be told what to do? NO! He was a drake on the verge of becoming a dragon, he did not need to be babied. However, with some reluctance, he started to eat some of the well-cooked food.

Then came the dilemma of where they were going to go. The serf asked the question to SoNem, presumably her master, and he made the decision that they should head north. He then made a comment about being slowed down by the wounded dragonelle and 'a drake'. Dovah was a bit annoyed with the comment, granted he couldn't fly but since they were stuck on the ground for a little bit, he could very well keep up with the dragon's pace, if not move faster. He, however, held his tongue and continued to eat.