"Arya," Makan said, saying the name as if to taste it. "That is a beautiful name." He uncurled from around the girl and began heading towards the direction he'd come. "A word of advice, Arya: do not return home. The people will fear that you are a witch, and try to kill you. I have seen it before, and they will try to kill you." The dragon paused to examine his ripped wing. Dragon saliva didn't work on dragons, only humans.