The male dragon snorted, cold mist formed from his breath as his magic loosely expelled from him. His eyes, large and sleepy, half liddedly looked at the girl. Listening and agreeing. This new life... Away from death was nice, "I don't want to kill anymore. I've watched knights, warriors, guards and barbarians fight and only to end their lives. It is time to rest and recover, not fight. I plan to be at your side for many years. Dragons are loyal to those who save their lives." Though he turned his head to the walls, "At night, only at rare eves, do I dream of fights from when I was a child.... Or dark monsters coming to test on me.... Some nights I I dream of a Red faced Raven with reflective eyes...." He looked to her, "Why is your father a concern- might I ask." He said before laying his head down and waited.