His heart beat with excitement when Clairissa placed her hand on his nose. Her tear was like a precious gem drifting from her eye. "Don't leave me," her soft voice drifting back into sleep. "I promise, I will never leave you," his voice cracked when he responded. He was not sure if she had heard him, but he intended to keep the promise. It was getting close to morning and he would need to get up soon to eat.<br/><br/>Getting up slowly so as to not wake her, he made his way out the shelter, leaving an illusion of his human form sitting near her. He was not going to leave her completely alone. He did not want her to wake up and not see him there, even if he had been gone for a short time. He walked to the river. He slowly walked to the waters edge, smelling it. Suddenly the water spirit arouse from the water. "Thank you, Dragon. You have granted me the chance to take down my enemy. From now on I will help protect you from yours."<br/><br/>He was not as surprised to see the water spirit speaking with him he communicated with a pair on a daily basis, he was surprised at how grateful she was of his "assistance." Bowing down to the spirit he said simply, "Thank you, spirit." when he straightened from his bow, she was gone. He got the feeling that it would be okay for him to fish and bath here as the spirit would have cleaned her waters from her enemies taint.<br/><br/>He sank deep into the depths of the water refreshing himself, and cleaning off his scales. While swimming he caught his breakfast, and even a bit extra for Clairissa, in case she had woken up by the time he arrived back him. With his illusion still in place, she had not moved since he left. When he was clean as his dragon form and had plenty to eat he stashed what he could at the river bank, changing into his elven form he changed into something comfortable as he knew he would need to be able to move freely through out the day. He wore loose brown pants with a green sash around the waist and a grey over coat but no shirt under neath. He just did not feel the need to wear the shirt any more. On his feet he had tall brown boots that stopped just under the knees.<br/><br/>After making sure the fish was eatable as far as the scales and bones and returned them to the river, he returned to the house. Clairissa had not yet woken up, but he still made a fire and cooked the fish to as close as perfection as he could get it.