Syndicate looked to her, eyes nearly shut as he listened. True... Form... He snarled a bit. No. That witch tried that before but due to the plant he kept it away. His eyes forced open, showing the hues of green, yellow blue and black. Eyes of a dragon it seemed. Due to how much pain and how wounded he was- his eyes took the natural dragon state- using the draconic magic to sustain himself. He glanced to her with his wide eyes before closing them. Resting against the wall, "That's all I can show you... I'm as tall as a clidesdale and have wings... my tail would wrap once around the carriage." He snarled, "I need rest. I haven't shifted in years. If you want to see- give me rest, and take me to somewhere water is... I haven't shifted in so long I have to allow the water to wash my human form away." He sighed a bit, "I'm not exactly a dragon. I'm a cross breed. If I am to trust you- do ask I ask this once. As an honor for what I am." As a slave, this was a risk. A risk he had to take in slight demand for being taken somewhere he could shift.