She wondered if some part of her wanted him to go.  Perhaps that would have been simpler, she might have been grateful for the protection but she feared it would come at some cost.  Not money or power, but loss.  Bennington had not killed the dragon, but he had told everyone that he had...and if a dragon lurked somewhere with her, then what if that just made things more complicated?  Made it more likely she would also be killed for simply existing?<br/><br/>It was a lot to take in.  Eira stopped where she stood and forced herself to take in several breaths. "You said the thing about Lord Bennington like you were jealous of him, like I want to be here, like I want to climb into his bed and give myself to him...I don't."  If he had not meant the words she was unsure why he had said it in the first place.  This was not a place she came to voluntarily, she had been taken from the castle in the mountains, a castle her father's family had built centuries before.<br/><br/>"If you want to stay on this path with me...you can, but you can't act like this is what I wanted.  I didn't want it anymore than you wanted what happened to you."  They both wanted something more than what was before them.  She wanted get back some piece of everything she had lost and he wanted some kind of redemption.<br/><br/>"You said I was a dragon...Is that what my father used to get you to help me?  Did he know you because he was like you?"  She asked, putting some small piece of the puzzle together.