Lilika fought against her nature. Dragons were not beasts that could not listen to reason and rationality. They were strong, prideful beasts that at times refused to listen to reason. That did not equal them being incapable of listening to reason. She stood on slightly shakey legs. Able to reign in her dragonish rage. Able to force the body and will to calm. She stood proudly even as her injury stung like hell. She walked with a hand over the wound. Pressuring the injury until it ceased bleeding. Her eyes looked around as her blood covered hand fell to her side. She walked with him. Feeling light headed from hunger and blood loss. She didn't once complain. Following into the castle. Into the castle walls. Looking at around and sniffs a bit. Scrunching her face up. It smelled strongly of something she couldn't quite place. She shakes her head and walked a bit. Hiding the slight stumble. "Hungry. Light headed if you must know." She says softly. Looking around then back at him. "I hope I can get a lot of food. Plus need this shoulder tended to."