She stops rubbing, mainly because her hand is cramping up. A tree that turns gold and silvered color in the moonlight. "I would like that Sya. But how are you going to get enough scales to cover the isle? From the little I know of dragons it isn't time for you to molt yet." She shakes her head. "Just promise me it well not be to painful to remove healthy scales from your form." Another pause. "You will have to teach me how to aid you in summoning fire. My kind are people of earth, which energy's flow different than flame." No fight greets him when he pulls her into his. A gentle return kiss meets his own. "I knew after I touched you inner the first time, in my heart, that I would not let you die. I am sorry that it got to the point it did before I made my choice." True regret colors her words.