Mithera risked letting out a sort of purr to Jamie's petting. Melina never petted her, maybe she would have to get her to do that some time. She also had enjoyed being called beautiful, een if she wasn't technically a dragon. Even in her S predator form, it didn't require a dragon-slayer to defeat her. Not by a bit, but that didn't make her much easier to beat. She shook herself a little, she didn't have to worry about fighting right now. All she had to worry about was this apparent girl who could change what she looked like. Mithera rubbed up against the spy before jumping down, gliding gracefully to the ground, and turning around in circles for a patch of dirt. She huffs and sits when she can't find one, then returns to searching, partially trying to find the edge of the magic nullification field.

Melina growled. Two more minutes, maximum. If she didn't get contact, she was going looking for her ally. Mithera was the one who came up with most of the plans, which Melina didn't mind, but she'd like her strategist to be alive to do her job. She slid a hand to her side and played with the hilt of her dagger, which was barely sticking out of her pants. She always kept it around, since it was a cutting edge, and cuts meant blood. She was aching to use it again, she wanted a fight she could easily win.