Allandra's eyes followed Azarias moves. She  couldn't believe to meet a black dragon in the condition he was. Every part of her body told not to trust him, but what she couldn't stand was to watch someone suffer in pain. It wasn't unheard of, that the BD's turned on each other. Just like Azarians father, he had thrown his brother out of the throne. They so cruel and power hungry, that even their own family came second. This irritated the girl so much, that she put the fact aside that she was still dealing with a black dragon. Her voice was now much more gentle, but somewhat annyoed as she slowly came a few steps closer to the man. "I thought your blood would already learn, how many times do history need to repeat itself" she sighed and shook her head.<br/><br/>Black dragons were really famous of betrayal of their own, power abuse and not really caring much of anything. There were exceptions, dragons that would not accept the darkness, but would be still considered as outcasts. Only several had shown in their life that they are more than just believers of darkness, one almost brought the realm to it's destruction, other one fought on their side as he could not accept the fact life was to be eradicated. Not to judge anyone by their existance, she thought. But like every black, they were somehow always driven by power. Such a lust that couldn't be turned off in some. Making them insane.<br/><br/>The power of Azarias was strong and Allandra could sense the evil in him, but couldn't see through the magic curtain that was set on her. She didn't expect the man to be so powerful in magic, thus making it harder to believe that foul play was involved. Blacks were known for their brute strength, Faeries for their incredibly strong talent in magic. It seemed to work both ways, Allandra didn't seem to be in bad shape at all. But if they would contest in physical combat, she would definitely lose to him. What made her so powerful was the nature magic. She had this thing where people would find themself much happier and smiling around her, it felt like life was pouring out of her.<br/><br/>There was still certain mistrust in her that kept Allandra on her toes. Eyes looked into his while she crouched closer, following every move of the man. She would be ready if the man tried to do something in this condition, somehow she knew he could offer little resistance. Fooled by magic "Don't make any sudden moves. I can heal your wounds... but I can't keep you here, no matter what your brother does. If anyone finds out that I'm protecting you, I will be in trouble. I will heal your wounds and then I ask you to leave.. that is all what I can do, you can rest here for a while, but then you must... leave."  she said while being uncertain of where this all could lead. Dragons wouldn't take it lightly, but she would appeal to being healer and she couldn't leave one in trouble. She brought her hand slowly closer to Azarias and eyed him carefully, ready to heal him.