“Dragon Lord, you are welcome,” the wyvern wheezed weakly; Spike half expected the Elder to spit up dust from the look of him. The dragon-like head spun towards Spike, causing him to jolt. “Who is this you have brought before us? Have you finally chosen a mate?” Ember abruptly jerked out of her bow, and Spike tensed up. He mumbled something unintelligible while Ember sported bright crimson across azure cheeks. 