Lilika was standing and headed towards the rest of the dragons. He was silent and for the moment she was glad for it. Glad that he did not say anything further about her appearance. She was walking away with him close behind. He may not know it or even see it but he had earned some of her respect...simply by besting her in combat. That was far from and easy feat. She looked at him when he caught up to her. "You bested me in combat. They will accept that you have gained a bit of my respect. Thus by default they will respect that you are a better fighter. Which in turn means you will have a bit of respect. They will accept it because we do not wish for war anymore than two leggers do. We will however, fight to keep ourselves alive. The war would have been over had your men not kept attacking and killing us on sight." She says rigidly. They arrived at her people. "My fellow dragons. We have a new ally. I was bested in combat by this man and we have decided the best and most lasting treaty between our two kingdoms is to form a marriage treaty. Since I have this deformation it works out spendidly. I will be traveling from here for some time now. We will be allies with his kingdom against an even greater threat." She says. The roars of acceptance rang out over the land. She looks at him and spreads out her wings. Hands clamping down as dragon claws grew from her nails and her tail grew out as well. She flapped her wings and up into the air they flew. She flew them over to his horse. Dropped him on it and they went back to his men. She felt an arrow pierce through her left wing and let out a cried out roar of pain. Falling to the ground just on the outskirts of his camp. Panting and tries to pull the arrow out. Growling when she can't.