Silly girl. Of course they will blame her - If she was in their heels, she'd blame herself. A dragon appears and suddenly a village lies in ashes. It doesn't take a genius or unbiased person to see the connection. A bit out of touch from reality she might be though, Taraah found herself al least curious about the other person, if not more, and decided to follow them, at least for a little while. With the immediate threat gone as the advancing ghouls either crumbled into heaps of ashes or fell with their bürns too severe to continue, the dragoness vanished in the trees.

She was forced to slow down soon though. Blood was running down from her arms where the ghouls got through most of the hits. The worst was the slashed chest though, amplified by trying to fly and carryng such extra weight no less. When she made it to the river, she fell on the shores unable to stand any longer. Dragging her weight closer to the water, she took a few sips to quench her thirst. Hearing muffled voices somewhere behind her, she could only whisper a plea for help.