Like a spring coil in slow motion he'd raise her from the ground. His tail more around her chest suspending her under her arms in almost a parachute. The fading breathes she made slowly making his curiosity more interactive, naturally he'd want his questions answered leading to a separate approach. The edge left her neck but didn't subsequently leave her in particular as it rested now against her shoulder. Not savage in any real manner he'd drop suddenly in a style she would be left to land on her back.

Reaver knowing well at this rate her wings were essential to living purposely positioned her put pressure on the wounds. It left her to suffer but also she wouldn't die as quickly from blood loss. Following her thud was the sound of wood being scrapped against, the action being his claws cleaning the toxin from it's surface. Following his tail uncoiled from her rapped against a stone near her for the exterior effect that a weapon was still ready and if any she would be  the victimregardless if her so called companion did manage to find her.

"So you are affectionate with the typical fire spitters?" Sweetly, he would mimic some form of a lover's call to bed. Playing style so gently he was partially interested her rather than her relationship with his differing kin so once more he'd make to sake his curiosity." What role do you play with them? Living must be becoming difficult, so will you die already or maybe you'd cry for some simple pity?" The twitch of sadistic words almost taunting if it weren't for him taking the position to stand at her side. The shine of black scales and other features so clearly visible.

As if purposefully he'd dig his stare into her own eyes waiting for her to reach upward or slur one last breathe. With some small movement he held his hand above her in question of if she still bared the will to live or whether she was already doomed to die. Thoughts now basically saying if she did die he'd bleed her of the venomous substance and use it himself. He didn't know how toxic it was but she obviously wasn't bothered by other creatures so it must have been capable enough. Now the green eyes went to glare at the toxin pouring onto the grass mingling with crimson. If she didn't decide to live or die in the next minute he would make the choice for her.

[@Song Book]