Folding one wing close to his body he looked to her and wrapped the wing about her slightly, "Touch if you want... " He looked away. Moving he chomped some snow and swallowed it, "You own a dragon. My life is yours." He said and nudged her gently, "I'm still weak... I can't fly, i can swim..." He looked to the carriage, "m'lady... I am thankful for it all... I have to hide my form but... Even if I am not free... I wouldn't be able to. I'm too used to being owned." He looked to the lake and snorted.