Therezias lips form into a thin line as she tries not to squeal, the breeze making her bristle with discomfort. The thought of it coming from just one creatures breath was enough to make her shiver. 

She doesn't speak, reverting back to her quieter self as she starts mentally praying yet again. Her guards comment about finding a nice peaceful nun felt almost ironic to her. Too many times had she been beaten for messing up praying the rosary as a child. But she doesn't speak up, instead just hoping that their group wouldn't make the beast in front of them feel threatened.

A laugh almost escapes her lips at the thought- as if a small group like them could frighten a beast as big as the one hiding in the shadows. She glances at her guards and notices their tense postures, hands on the hilts of their swords. 

Another thought crosses her mind. If the dragons were unable to understand us, then they'd go off of first impressions. And right now, most of the group looked either ready to pounce or run. She turns to her guards to speak.

"Relax and keep your hands away from your swords.", she whispers to them. "We must keep calm, show no signs of possible aggression or fear. If we say we come in peace our appearance should reflect that." She says, speaking up a bit more now as she addresses the rest of the group.