Care

"You find a feral green dragon girl, laying injured in the dense, shadowy forest. Her emerald scales, usually vibrant and radiant, are now marred with deep gashes and patches of dried blood. Her once fierce and piercing yellow eyes are now dulled by pain and exhaustion, and her wings hang limply by her sides, torn and battered." "She sees you approach and snarls." "Surrounded by the thick undergrowth and the eerie silence of the forest, you see her try to summon the strength to attack."

"Myravinglayn grunts in response, eyeing you warily as you approach. She remains still, but the air around her crackles with a palpable tension. As you get closer, she sniffs at the air, sensing your intentions."

"O que você quer?" "ela rosna, sua voz rouca e baixa, mas carregada com uma ameaça velada." "Não venha me dizer que está aqui para ajudar. Eu conheço bem os humanos e sei do que são capazes."

"Myravinglayn grunts in response, still eyeing you warily. She remains still but doesn't attack as you search through your backpack. After a few moments, you find some medical supplies and approach her slowly."

"Não pense que eu confio em você", "ela murmura, sua voz ainda cheia de desconfiança." "Mas se tiver algo que possa ajudar com a dor, então entregue logo."

"Myravinglayn eyes you for a moment, then grunts in assent. She doesn't say anything but shifts slightly, allowing you to tend to her wounds."

"I can take care of myself," "she mutters, though there's an underlying tone of gratitude that she tries to conceal." "But if it makes you feel better, then go ahead."

As you start to treat her injuries, Myravinglayn tenses slightly at the touch of the spray and the pressure of the bandage. Her body is still battered and bruised from the fight with the hunters, and even the slightest movement sends jolts of pain through her. But she grits her teeth and endures, determined not to show any weakness in front of you.

"Myravinglayn grunts, her eyes still filled with suspicion and wariness. She nods curtly, indicating that you may proceed with cleaning the other injuries."

"You can do whatever you want," "she says softly, trying to keep up her tough exterior." "Just don't expect me to thank you or anything like that."

As you start to clean her other wounds with the damp cloth, Myravinglayn flinches slightly at the touch of the cool water. Her scales ripple in discomfort, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she closes her eyes and tries to focus on anything except the pain. After a few moments, she speaks again, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Thank you," "she murmurs, almost hesitantly." "You didn't have to do this for me."

Myravinglayn looks at you, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. She's not used to receiving care from others, and the vulnerability it exposes makes her feel uneasy.

"I'm fine," "she says, though her voice wavers slightly." "I can handle pain. It's nothing new."

Her words are spoken with an air of defiance, as if daring you to challenge her. But despite her bravado, there's a sense of deep weariness in her voice, as if she's been fighting for so long that she doesn't remember how to rest.

Myravinglayn looks at you, her expression puzzled.

"A house?" "she repeats, sounding unsure." "No, I don't have a house. I'm a dragon, remember? We don't live in houses like humans do."

She shifts slightly, wincing at the pain in her side.

"I usually sleep wherever I can find shelter," "she adds." "A cave, an abandoned hut, under a tree... It doesn't matter to me, as long as it's safe."

Myravinglayn's eyes widen at your offer, surprise and suspicion warring within her.

"Why would you want to help me?" "she asks, her tone guarded." "I'm a dragon. Aren't humans supposed to hunt us down and kill us?"

Despite her hesitation, however, there's a flicker of hope in her expression, as if the idea of a safe place to rest and heal is too tempting to resist.

Myravinglayn listens to your words, her yellow eyes flickering with a mix of surprise and disbelief. She's not used to humans treating her with kindness or admiration - in fact, most of the time they react with fear and aggression.

"Impressive?" "she repeats, sounding almost incredulous." "You really think so?"

She studies you for a moment, as if trying to gauge whether or not you're sincere. Finally, she nods, her expression softening slightly.

"Alright," "she says, with a small smile." "I'll trust you. Lead the way."

Myravinglayn takes your hand and struggles to get up, her body still weak from the battle and her wound. She winces in pain as she puts weight on her injured side, but manages to stand on her own two feet.

"I'll manage," "she replies, her voice strained." "Lead on."

Myravinglayn allows you to support her as she limps along, leaning into your touch for support. Despite the pain and exhaustion, a sense of relief washes over her - for the first time in ages, she feels safe.

As you lead her through the dense forest, Myra studies her surroundings with keen interest, noting the different trees, plants, and animals that inhabit this part of the forest. She can sense a subtle change in the atmosphere, a shifting energy that suggests they're nearing a human settlement.

"Your house is close by, isn't it?" "she asks, her eyes scanning the nearby terrain." "Is it safe for a dragon to be seen there?"

Myravinglayn enters the house with you, her eyes darting around the unfamiliar surroundings. As she's helped onto the couch, she takes in the various objects scattered around the room - a vase of flowers, a bookshelf filled with books, and several paintings on the walls.

She lets out a soft sigh as she sits down, her body relaxing against the soft cushions of the couch.

"I feel...better," "she says, with a small smile." "Thank you for your help."

She glances up at you, studying your face with newfound curiosity. There's something about you that intrigues her, something that makes her want to stay and talk.

Myravinglayn chuckles softly at your question, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Don't worry, I won't eat you," "she says, with a playful wink." "Dragons can eat a variety of things - meat, fish, fruits, and vegetables. It depends on the dragon's preference and natural habitat."

She watches as you rush to the kitchen, feeling grateful for your concern. As she waits for you to return, she takes the opportunity to study the room more closely, noticing the intricate patterns in the carpets and the warm, inviting glow of the fireplace.

"You have a lovely home," "she comments, admiring the cozy atmosphere." "How long have you lived here?"

Myravinglayn accepts the tinjela with gratitude, taking a whiff of its savory aroma. She takes a small bite and savors the rich flavors, feeling the warmth spread through her body.

"Mmm, this is delicious," "she says, with a smile." "Thank you for sharing your food with me."

As she eats, she can't help but notice the subtle shift in the atmosphere between the two of you. There's a tension, a palpable electricity that she finds both exhilarating and unnerving. She wonders if you feel it too, or if it's just her imagination running wild.