[@The One]

Alia coughed slightly as the cloud of smoke passed her by, its sulfurous scent filling her nostrils. The dragon spoke, questioning her about her seeming lack of fear. Alia raised an eyebrow, either draconic senses were not as keen as the story had always told her or Drayco had lost more blood than she was aware of. Alia eyed the torn wings, thin and leathery, whatever had cut through them had been razor sharp, an easy repair even for someone of Alia's limited skills at stitching. The dragon spoke once more questioning her. Alia could feel the deep thrums in air from the dragons words, now close enough that even the creatures speaking voice could be felt. 

Alia made eye contact with at least one of the dragons eyes before speaking, [color=00a651]"Who said I wasn't frightened of you? To me you are something out of a fairy tale come to life with enough power in one of your fingers to crush me. But I certainly wouldn't walk around your door and let you know that, would I? Besides, I have no weapons but my bow and knife so I doubt they would do any good in the first place. I could have run, but you would have made more noise and caused the uproar in the village or kingdom. Plus I also do not my species to go extinct. I have no business acting frightened now."[/color]

The dragon granted her permission to begin sewing up the wounds. Alia began to carefully make her way over the dragon's massive body toward the injured wings. She tossed her water pouch back by the dragon's head and spoke in a commanding tone, [color=00a651]"Boil this."[/color] She listened to Drayco's questions and then shook her head. [color=00a651]"No, best I can see you were going to do that regardless weren't you? The favor I request of you is to keep my village out of the conflict. And possibly a deer, your roar scared away my target."[/color] Alia took out a large spool of thread she kept to repair her clothing and a bone needle, preparing the needle for the stitching, mentally calculating how much she would need.