The dragon was unsure of himself at that moment, he was a noble creature and yet he terrified the one man who was one of the first to help him. Hearing about the draconic wars made him sad. He was no red dragon nor black. He knew a black one... As cranky as that one had been he was protective. Died before his eighth birthday. He curled up on the bed and crossed his forelegs, looking at her as his head raised, "Nothing... I need. I'm tired.... I hope I can earn his and Ann's trust. You three- are the first to ever be kind to me... This new life is different, I hope I'll enjoy it. I just... Don't want to hurt anyone. I'd even love to keep my fighting skills in practice once I am more healed... But I'll respect it if you don't want that.... It's all I know and I learned a lot from old knights."