Jeanette
*The wyvern was exhausted. Nightfall was slowly coming, and the next town was miles away from her. It's been already several hours that Shuvah was walking as she wanted to regain Salvainia speedily.*
*She would've been seen carrying a good amount of wooden logs as she was installing a temporary camp for the incoming night. Her belly sometimes gurgled. She should've been hungry.*
`"Few... Okay, I got wood. But I have yet to find ssome meat."` *She audibly sighed.* `"If only I could find a wild boar, I could have ssome delicciouss roassted ribss tonight!"`
*She licked her scaly red lips in anticipation while releasing the logs in the grass. Her camp was surprisingly well laid out for a monster like her: she used a fallen, mossy tree as a bench, created a stone circle for the fire, and even carved some tree branches as a rudimentary spit for the meat.*
*Shuvah sat on the mossy tree to recover from her exhaustion. She didn't seem to be aware if someone would have been around or not.*
Dewey
*Though her exhaustion had the better of her at the moment, it would become obvious that after some time the sound of old iron bound wheels would make itself out in the distance. Before long, in eye sight would be a slow moving wagon with four old, well built wheels, dragged along at a steady pace by a couple of Shire Stallions. Atop the head of the wagon and holding onto the stirrups sat Avash'gar.* 

``"Hm.. Shelter up ahead?"`` *He whispered under the rattling and coming up to the closest edge of the treeline that'd allow for clear sight to Shuvah and her make-shift camp, the wagon halted. Upon closer examination, which she would clearly have as Avash'gar had no intent of sneaking up on her, his royal blue and embroidered clothe would peak in spots not covered in laminar-lamellar armor. A well made kite shield sat on his back, whilst a long war mace strapped tightly onto his belt swayed slightly side to side with each step until at last he was only twenty or so feet from her.* ``"Excuse me! Ma'am! Are you alright?"``

*The closest town wasn't so far from here. Maybe he'd let her hitch a ride in the back of his wagon until she could get somewhere to stay at an inn. Or maybe she wanted to be out here? He knew not but alas, he was more than intrigued by her once he was able to see her this close.. For whatever amount of seconds he had before he was either attacked or befriended. The thought only made his smile grow wider.*
Jeanette
*The dragoness scanned the stranger. He didn't seem harmful at all, but still, she had to be sure. What if the mercenaries they just fought called for backup? Or paid an assassin? She had to stay wary for some days at least.*
*After noticing his growing grin, her suspicion dropped as she answered the friendly call.*
`"Ahem, yess, don't worry! I'm ssetting a camp for the night. I'll jusst have to get a meal and everything will be alright!"` *She replied with a pronounced hiss.*
*After somewhat of a mechanical step, she stopped and gazed toward the young man again as a bit of panic crossed her face.*
`"W-wait! Doess it sseem like I'm in trouble or ssomething?"` *She stammered. She then nervously laughed at her own embarassment.* `"Haha! It'ss rare to find reptilian damsselss in disstresss, riiight?"`
*For sure it was, even if it wasn't the case, but her joke's goal was to soften her own stress. Didn't she like to get helped by a wary gentleman who came out of nowhere? Or did she want to hide her feelings behind a scaly mask?*
*She lightly blushed ; whatever the mission was, it failed.*
`"Actually, I wass about to hunt. But it'ss not my cup of tea in all honessty, I'm not the mosst disscreet creature around so it iss quite a burden for me."` *She confessed.*
*Avash'gar could have noticed an injury on her right forearm, seemingly due to a burn. Some of her scales also presenting traces of blood around her nose, which indicated that she had previously battled as the blood didn't darken yet.*
Dewey
*Once the smell and sight wafted into his senses, Avash'gar tightened the grip he had on his already clenched fists. He was always able to control himself, but that didn't mean it was an easy task.. Especially in his early days of turning. He held his smile well, despite the sudden wave of temptation and once he had fought the thought out of his head, he considered what she was saying completely rather than letting the words in one ear and out the other. 
Scales, wings, and a tail to befit a very independent woman, or so he thought. And even though he saw right through her façade trying to shield her from showing him her embarrassment, he showed no sign whatsoever of his knowledge on the sort. Instead, he considered the options. Would he really spend all this time helping someone he'd likely never come by again? No.. Likely not. But.. What if he did come by her again? Clearly this could be an investment if he befriended the young dragoness and one that could help both of them out in the long run. And so, Avash'gar let out a light chuckle and reached for the sky. A long stretch and a few twists and he made his way back to his wagon, where he proceeded to his armor and leave it in the back. Down went his war mace, his kite shield, and off came his cloak, which adorned sophisticated symbols and elegant patterns of embroidered white, revealing a canvas tunic beneath and his trousers with strapped boots. By the time he came back, he had a bow in hand, quiver attached to his outer thigh, and the same confident, cocky smile plastered from one crease to the other.*
``"Then would you like to take my hand for this.. Dance?"`` 
*Avash'gar came off as friendlier than most. Almost too friendly.. But assuming Shuvah had paid attention to his subtle reaction to her injuries, maybe she had figured out who, or rather what, he was. Would a sranger really do all this for her and expect nothing in return? The answer was much more vague than she'd know or he'd let on. And so, he waited*
Jeanette
*While she expected an answer, it seemed like the stranger prefered to remain silent. A heavy one, that said. Before the latter turned back and equipped all of his gears, an ominous -yet invisible- sort of wind stroked her crimson skin. Shuvah's anxiety came back to the charge as she felt this supernatural feeling overpower her, although she couldn't really understand its meaning. What was that guy hiding from her?*
*In any case Avash'gar seemed ready to confront the faune around here.*
`"Wow. That'ss quite an arssenal you got there, maccen!"` *She jokingly exclaimed.* `"Do you really need all of thiss sstuff to hunt a wild boar or a rabbit?"`
*Once again, the joke was a decoy to her true feelings, as the crimson lady's muscles tightened in ancitipation, making her able to react in case the unknown man intended to attack her. After all, it wouldn't have been the first time for Shuvah to defend her scales from a bounty hunter.*
*It was before his last question made things even more tense. He was __too__ kind.*
`"..."` *The wyvern sighed as she though a new fight was imminent and inevitable now.* `"Let me guesss... A mercenary paid you for my head? Or you think my sscaless are worth something, correct?..."`
*She shrugged and rose an eyebrow.*
`"I prefer to warn you though. I'm as tough as I look. You wouldn't go away without getting sseverely hit at leasst oncce. Unlesss thosse aren't your intentionss?"`
*This certainly was her final inquisitive warming before real hostilities would have begun.*