Lilika ignored him. Rubbing her hand over her wing. Growling at him like a wild child or feral being. Her eyes shot venomous looks towards Kegan. "Right. Whatever. It hurt like hell. But you wouldn't know what it feels like to have a blade rammed through your wing. You don't have a wing. Therefore you can't know the feeling. Because if you got stabbed through the spine and into your gut from behind then you would be paralyzed. Not the same in my case. Instead I'll have a fucking hole in my wing until I can get the dragon healer to mend the scales." She says acidly. Her eye twitches. "Saving you----I DID NOT SAVE YOUR LIFE!" she snaps. "I killed the idiot trying to steal my revenge...again!" She looks at him. "The dragons will be delighted to have a traitorous scum for breakfast." she mutters. And eyes him. She looks at his fire. And kneels down. Putting it out and breathing a dragons flame onto it. "That will last longer. And need less tending too." she says grumpily. The wings and claws retract. Her eyes become humanish minus the pupils. And she flops down onto her butt. "Yeah...whatever you say. I don't believe you. I want you to explain to me why I should believe a damn thing you say." she says sharply.