Makan sighed. "Well, I can do that," he said. "Wouldn't want you to escape being eaten and burned at the stake to have you poisoned by berries." He moved so there was room for Elisa on the stone. He could still sense traces of fear in her voice, her scent. He knew it was only natural for people of this part of the world. In the East and Far West, across the ocean, the people respected dragons. But here, they were something that was to be feared and hated.