The dragon laid down, resting his head on his forepaws. "I would be delighted if I can be a guest," he said. He watched the humans work. When Sara approached him he extended his wing; outstretched a single wing was as wide as a normal house in the village. "Please be careful. Dragons' wings are sensitive; it is how we fly so well."

The membrane was soft, and gave off a surprising amount of warmth. He shifted slightly, tending to his other, more minor wounds. In a way he felt sad; that was the first dragon he'd encountered in five decades. He knew his race was far and few between now. But it had been for the best. Man and dragon clashed, but since humans reproduced faster, dragons were at a disadvantage.

He shifted his body slightly to look at the woman healing him. "I thank you for this, Sara," he said. "A dragon's wings are necessary for much of their life." He brought his snout closer, taking in Sara's scent. His breath was surprisingly lacking any kind of rank, rotting odor, and his golden eyes focused on the human. "I am called Makan."