Riley smiled at Llusia thankfully. [b]"Hey, g-good idea. Thanks."[/b] 

He looked at his dragon hopefully, but Dynamis snorted. [i]"What do I look like, shrimp? A tent?"[/i] Despite his unsympathetic reply, the white dragon slightly extended a wing. Riley moved under the shelter, his shoulder rubbing the dragon's warm, scaly side. It helped a little, but the boy was already cold and soaked to the bone. He trudged on, boots squelching in the mud. 

When he heard Keith ask how he was doing, his response wasn't nearly as pleasant as it was for Llusia. He glared at him with a determined expression. His teeth chattered a little as he spoke. [b] “I'm g-good.” [/b] He lied unconvincingly. [b] “I'm not a w-wimp like you.” [/b] 

Beside him, Dynamis' belly rumbled with laughter. [I] “Oh, your not, huh?” [/i]

Riley elbowed him. [b] [I] “Shut up!” [/i] [/b]