Aluren’s jaw remained tightly clenched as she pleaded, his attention remaining fixated on her wound which slowly began to close. He didn’t have the energy, or memory of the full extent of miracles he knew, having to rely upon the most elementary of magicks while in this state.<br/><br/>Giving a single nod, he’d glance up at her, scanning her expression, the look of fear in her eyes only further twisting his empty stomach. “There is no one to tell, my lady... and if there were, it would be foolish if the last of your kind was destroyed when it is so necessary in these lands.”<br/><br/>Muscle mended itself together, tissue rapidly regrowing, pulling itself together tightly. Above it, a thin layer of fat reconstructed before finally her flesh leaving not even a scratch on her form. The knights shoulders slumped, a deep sigh escaping his lungs from exhaustion. “Get dressed.” He softly reminded her before reaching back, taking both swords as he got to his feet. He’d take a few steps away  from the dragoness, keeping his back to her as he scanned the surrounding darkness.<br/><br/>“We will stay here tonight, it is unsafe at this hour to continue forward… the dark ones are roaming and they will certainly desire what you hold”