Alph kept the blade pointed toward her until she let it press against her.  He was grappling with not only his won feelings, but those of his dragon as well.  He could keep calm in the face of a threat, but Ashwing didn't have that knack, and all he felt was fear-filled aggression from her.  

When the red headed girl reached for her own sword, the anger came from his own mind as well, and he was overwhelmed with it.  He almost plunged the blade in, but at the last second she moved her hand away, touching the egg instead, and his own stance relaxed some.

Alph took the last steps down the stairs, but kept his sword out.  He didn't trust her, not after she took an egg, and not with an unknown threat lurking.  But then, she had been in the village since they were both small, and unlike Alph she hadn't left for any extended period of time.  How could she have created the mess they had found in town?  

When he spoke up again after the tense moment, his voice cracked on the first few words.  [color=f26522]"She's right, actually.  We [i]don't[/i] have time.  Not to argue and not for anything else.  Three people have been murdered in town.  By magic.  The family who lived in the big house," [/color]he added, with a reassuring look to Gale who still had family in Mashal.