Raffey enjoyed the rather easy travels that came as they headed southward. The winds were cold, but his curvaceous companion, usually pressed against his back atop Dibney, helped keep him quite warm. He could still see the sadness in her eyes, hear it in her voice, not only from losing one she called a friend, but leaving the others behind. He knew she was behind a wall now. And walls were meant to protect one's self. So he didn't push. For he was behind his own too, still blaming his weakness for the death of Kraven. 

He could feel whenever she was considering turning to temptation and fleeing. In this regard she was much like a sand hare, nonchalant and then suddenly ready to bolt. Everytime she did, he'd place a hand on her thick thigh, or point out something in the distance. They both knew Coria would only make things worse, not better for the dragoness. Gods could never be trusted, new or old. Even with his injured leg, hunting in Kerawac was fairly easy for the seasoned veteran, especially with the age of a fiery dragon. He was more than happy to avoid the distraction of running into other Kvaren at her behest. 

He remembered them talking about their homes, and her asking about his language. He wasn't the greatest of teacher, but he was fairly certain she just preferred hearing his native Auric over his butchered Common. [color=fff200][b]"My home is one of the biggest secrets of the Auric deserts, one we guard very closely. My people are the masters of the desert. Our numbers are small, our money low, our weaponry not advanced. But we are the only ones that truly live with the desert rather than simply in it. Many armies have attempted to find and invade our city only to turn back or disappear entirely. Even when I take you there, it will be near impossible for you to find again on your own. Our secrecy, our bond with her sands is what protects us. We are the desert, and she is our mother."[/b][/color] He chuckled before the next bit, [color=fff200][b]"I hope my desert form doesn't startle you too much." [/b][/color] He spoke slowly in his native tongue, then followed suit every few words in Common, for he didn't know any other way to teach it. 

He learned a few words in Draconic, finding the language much more pleasant than Common. He learned about her magic, the places she'd been. She was a wanderer just as he was, as many of his kind were. But he had a home to go back to. She had a haven, but not a home. It sounded so lonely. At least she wasn't alone now. 

He enjoyed their nights together, usually him cooking something they'd hunted, working on his weapons, or cleaning Dibney. They shared a bedroll out of warmth and comfort, but he suspected they both needed the company. She was quite soft to hold onto, and he often felt stirrings in his loins that he kept within himself. Her sadness didn't seem to want it, even as his yearning grew. Twice he'd woken in the middle of the night, tempted to just roll her over and take what he wanted, knowing she'd enjoy it as much as he. It didn't help that every morning he woke with something firm between them. 

And this morning had been no different. He didn't know what it was, but feeling her thick breasts against his back felt more teasing than normal. He could see that it the plains were giving way to jungle and that they'd have to slow down. Dibney could still travel through foliage, for her strength and armor knocked over most trees easily, but it was still slower. He reached back, a hand on her outer thigh, a bit higher than normal, [color=fff200][b]"Mus' be close nah, yah? Yah readeh? Why dun we tra' place. Dibneh will do jus' fine."[/b][/color] This was partially because she'd need to do more finessed navigating, but also because Raffey needed to fight off this yearning within him. And her breasts against him did not make that any easier. He slowed Dibney to a stop, to make the transition easier.