Azarias kept his eyes trained on the ground as Allandra stepped closer. It would seem he had succeeded in breaking past her hatred of Black Dragons, at least for the moment, in favour of helping the injured. He knew it was common knowledge of what his kind had done, very often bringing destruction and war wherever they went in the seemingly endless pursuit of power.<br/><br/>The young prince hoped his brother's reputation for being a brawler and more focused on the physical side of things was known. It would help his own case if it was easily believed he was a cruel man who wouldn't be against beating his younger brother. That wasn't to say that Azarias was a total push over. Eyeing Allandra he judged he could easily take her in a physical fight, but knew he had to hold the appearance of being too weak for such things. He knew it was uncommon for Black Dragons to be very skilled in magic and hoped this would also play in his favour. If Allandra believed he was more physically inclined than magically, it might help persuade her that he was in fact injured and not just playing her and the others for a fool.<br/><br/>When she crouched near him, Azarias lifted his head to look into her eyes. He listened to what she said, having somewhat of an idea about it already. He knew the laws that kept his kind from entering the forest. He knew that any number of dragons would love to tear him to pieces the first chance he got. Thus, it was in his best interests to remain under the protection of the healer until he could win get on to her good side. Depending on how strong she was and how set in her ways, as well as what she had heard of the Black Dragons, that could take longer than he had initially planned for.<br/><br/>As Allandra drew closer to heal him, Azarias shifted his gaze to her hand. He could sense the nature magic around her, and this odd feeling coming from her, as though she simple embodied life itself. It felt off to him, so use to the presence of death, and evil that this new sensation made him a little uneasy. Quickly though, the prince cleared his head of these thoughts, still aware of the presence of this element, and focused his own magic on pairing with hers to appear as though he was healing. It wouldn't do to have Allandra use her magic only for none to be consumed in the act of healing. Therefore, as she used her magic to 'heal' him, Azarias took the magic being used to supply his own in lessening the illusions to appear to be healed.<br/><br/>If things went as planned, and from what he had gathered they were, Allandra would take him under her care as healer. This would give him the chance to grow close to her, make her trust him. Then, and only once he was sure she was under his sway, could he draw her closer to his true intentions.