Faryn seemed to shudder as the wave washed over her. She was used to the overwhelming presence of a dragon so she didn’t go slack jawed in awe. Still, it affected her by mentally recoiling into herself. She couldn’t look away from that large yellow eye, the pupil a slit of black like a gate to hell. A groan escaped her lips as the power washed over her, knowing what the effect of being magically influenced was like. Her jaw tensed with her teeth clenching together, eyes unable to move from the large yellow one that held her in place. The voices in the cave were muffled like she was underwater.<br/><br/>Her mind cleared as if her head had just resurfaced, only to briefly hear the denial to attack the elves. Her body shuddered and she rubbed her temples, mind aching from being invaded. She looked to Cromir then the dragon, accusation in her eyes. It was very rude, influencing someone’s mind without their permission. It wasn’t like she would be able to argue with a dragon though, especially in the current company. Her mind went under went again, blocking out the reaction to Cromir’s decision. Only when the dragon allowed her free did she finally lay back on the mind, mind swirling as if he had picked it up, twisted it around and placed it back in her skull. An arm draped over her eyes, a headache spawning behind them.<br/><br/>She listened as the dragon proclaimed his involve in some raid or anything. Her arm shifted down to across her chest when the dragon suggested bindings for her. Did they mean to take her into battle too? The princess remained quiet, she didn’t think they would want her in the midst of battle. One, they thought she was a weak aristocrat, two she was his wife and she hoped that meant he at least didn’t want her dead too quickly, and three, she could easily escape while people were preoccupied. Not that she would. Her escape would mean ruin for her people. Her future and the future of her people were tied to the mongrel that sat before her.<br/><br/>Faryn sat up as the conversation began to dwindle. She glanced over at the carving man as he placed his finished product on the table. An eyebrow rose and she met his eye briefly. She took her gaze away and watched the women leave, leaving her alone with the scared little human who cared beside the bed. She looked at the girl but said nothing, not sure what the other could do for her, let alone what they expected her to do. Sure she had people to help her get dressed in those fancy dresses, ones that did her hair when it was required and so forth, but she was never one to depend on them.<br/><br/>“I do not need to be bound.” She spoke now that the conversation had drifted into one of leisure, two men even picking up a game. She looked at Cromir, eyes steady despite what had happened between them moments before. She wasn’t even sure how long they had been talking, the effect the dragon had held on her minute had sapped her time away. “I will not run.” Her chin lowered slightly, submitting to her tethered fate alongside him.