Bette
*Snow couldn't help but notice his reaction, she didn't know what the cause was, but gave a short,* "I am sorry, that was probably in bad taste," *His anxiety slowly growing, from the way his tail was starting to flick, brought some amount of worry to her. She looks around for a second, not sure what to do to try and ease him, before taking a deep breath and making a decision on it.*

*With a step back towards him, she placed a claw on his shoulder, as gently as she could, and draped her wing over his back,* "I am here, if you need someone to talk to, to talk about what is bothering you, I know it helps, it helped me, when I was only a little older than you. Even if you never want to see me again after this, I am here for you, right now. You can hate me for overstepping, for bothering you, for chasing you, all I care about right now, is not letting someone go down that dark road alone, not like I did before I found my mentor."
Mary
He barely noticed as she moved closer, the feeling of her claw on his shoulder aching his stomach with stress. An urge to scratch his arms tempted him. No piercing of his scales, just a simple itch that inflamed, like pins. He desperately wanted to believe her words. He wanted to believe those pretty *Lies.* 

And he almost did. But something was protecting him from that falsity. Faces flashed in his mind. So genuine. So fake.

He kept his eyes down. Silence was his only answer, accompanied with a slow shake of his head. His talons started to hurt, the way his claws curled into the crevices of stone.

Iceberg forced himself to look up, into her eyes. Why was she so good at lying? He felt his jaw loosen, posture give in just the tiniest bit, his eyes felt watery, relaxing slighty. It'd be so easy to say those words that twisted on his tongue for so long... But, what about...*No.*He shook his head, ridding the dangerous, blissful thoughts, his expression splintered into agitation, baring his teeth before biting her arm, flinching backwards just to get away and hissing defensively. 

His tail flicked and he snarled at her, wings slightly lifted and shuffling backwards as his mistake dawned on him. He was an idiot. He knew it already, and if it wasn't proven before then it was proven now.

He should run. Why aren't his legs moving?
Bette
*She could see him fighting himself, his expression changing by the second, the inner conflict becoming more evident as time went on, every time he starts to calm, something snaps him back into that defensive state, she couldn't understand why he was so desperate, something must have happened.*

*Her touch on his shoulder quickly revealed the tension in his muscles, but, before she could reassure him, or even open her mouth, his teeth sunk into her foreleg, it wasn't deep, or even as hard as she had gotten before, but it did make her recoil with a breath suck through her teeth, as well as a swear under her breath as she looks the wound over. The teeth that found their way between her scales, or through, in the case of his incisors, left her bleeding softly.*

*When she looked back, and saw his face, the defensive hissing, the dawning realization of what he just did to her, she could feel her heart stop for a few moments, and feel the emotional pain in her chest... She looked back to the bite, and back to him, before sighing, her desperation tactic had to be employed, she stood once more, and stepped forward to grab the dragonet, pulling him, into a hug, cocooning him under her wings, her grip now more firm,* "Fine, no talking, only this. I am sorry for pushing and prodding before you were ready..." *She was almost certainly close enough to see the scar on his wing now, but, she does not seem to bring it up. Instead she looks down into her wing cocoon, an alien feeling coming over her, a wetness in her eyes she couldn't explain.*
Mary
A surprised grunt came from his maw as he was grabbed and cocooned, struggling in her grasp. Squirming, he tried to break free of her grip, to little avail. Perhaps he could bite her again... But she persisted, even with the wound he'd given her, something he'd rather not think about. His short growls and grunts were dismissed when she continued talking, giving up against his struggles with a childish snarl, eyes narrowed and looking for escapes as he listened.

Iceberg sighed, a long, tired sigh, proving his reluctance to be there, but also the comfort he didn't want to receive. It was strange, being hugged. He hadn't been in a long time, and yet it didn't feel all too comfortable. As his heart beat slowed, yet him still on edge he looked around. The rotting wood of crates, the soft touch of snow as it started and at the delicate membranes of her wings.

*A tremendously determined dragon,* He thought, glancing up at her, unsure if it was a good thing or not. He didn't embrace her back, yet didn't struggle. It was like a strange blanket of protectiveness that had it's own spikes if you were too comfortable.