"You'll get used to it, don't worry about it. Until this war started I hardly ever walked around with clothes. Most dragons prefer no clothing to clothing." Clara frowned, "I don't know if I want to get used to it. You are not exactly ugly and women would most likly stare at you which would.. annoy me." She said as he lead her outside and set fire to the home. She had never felt very possive of someone before but when it came to Artimer. The more she thought about it the more likely she for saw hurting some women.<br/><br/>"Ready?" Clara nodded she realized he had gotten dressed while she was off in her own little world. She was watching the area around then though just in case there were any enimies. They were both full from their breakfest and even though she was still a bit sore and her throat really hurt. She could still easily walk and even fight at the moment, "So did you believe the mage when he said we had to kill this deamon?" She asked as she looked at him, "You know now that I think about it a while back you blamed me for trapping you in here. I didn't . My control over earth magic is ver limited and the best I could do is make a flower grow and even then it usually wilts quickly."