Maria perked her head up at the sounds around her. Snarls, and deep irritating voices. Her brows furrowed and she looked over to see Elián, still laying down but with raised scales. She could tell he was tense. 

[b]You heard that too?[/b]

[i]Unfortunately. But I think it's headed in the other direction.[/i]

[b]The other direction is the camp, you dolt![/b] She splashed the water, angry at Elián for just laying there and began making her way to shore.

[i]The others have it under control, I'm sure. The group has plenty of dragons to fight.[/i] He lifted his head and was now staring at her rather lazily. [i]Besides, you don't need to get into any frays just now. See, listen.[/i] He turned his head towards the camp. [i]I can hear the forest calming down.[/i]

Maria got up on shore, ignoring Elián and began to get dressed. The last thing to get put back on was her small medical pouch. [b]I'm glad I brought this...[/b] She put her hand over the pouch and then ran for the camp. Before she was able to even enter the camp, however, she came across a dragon with it's rider on it's back as they made their way back to the camp. The rider looked like an island native and the dragon more like a bat, bird thing. She noticed patches of red stains on his clothing and then dark red on his stomach. [b]"Need any help? I can help patch you up when we get to the camp. It's the least I could do, really."[/b] She asked, more like pleaded. She could feel Elián behind her scowling in another direction. He always hated when she was kind to others. [b]Jealous old man.[/b] He snorted at her but kept his eyes averted.