"Stop being so stubborn...what is with people...expecially men and being so darn pigheaded?" she mutters. And continues to help him into the house. She looks at the door and a spirit that she let stay around the house shuts the door with a rush of air. She smiles a bit then focuses backs on theShe gets him to the fireplace just as the young human size fairy girl flew over carrying the extremely warm robe. She looks at him. Watching him shiver. And felt another pang of sympathy. Which was completely unnoticable on her masked expressioned face. She shakes her had. Why did she even worry about whether or not he took off after a few minutes by the fire?<br/><br/>She sighs internally. Looking him over. He was attractive...for possibly being human. Which said quite alot as dragons tended to be rather vain and picky when it came to peoples looks. Though she'd never really been that much into following the normal trends. She was an...eccentric...at least to the other dragons she had been. Youngest child to the dragon king...she'd forced and fought her way through life. Living life her own way in order to be even noticed by her old man. She sighs and shakes her head. Wondering what had even brought up that train of thoughts.<br/><br/>She looks at him. Sighing. Treasure...she loved treasure...but she strangely enough didn't want this mans gold. She laughs at herself...she had been in human form for far too long...she was beginning to think like one a bit. Sighing as she just shakes her head. "No...I do not wish for your gold...as it would appear by your expression...the spirits have already taken that from you." she pauses. "I'll debate on whether or not I'll accept your assistance once you are well again. You appear to have taken a nasty bump to your head." she states.<br/><br/>Walking over to infront of him. She kneels down and starts checking him over. Her hands move across his head first. Checking for a gash or if its just a nasty knot and bruise. Satisfied he wasn't going to bleed to death. She slips her hands into the robes. Her fingers slipping up under his shirt as she checks for rib damage. Finding none she removes her hands. And pulls back. "Your fine...except for that nasty knot on your head...you don't appear to have any other damages." she says quite simply. Staying at a distance personal wise. She had been merely looking him over. At least thats what she keeps telling herself. It had nothing to do with the strange urge to touch him.<br/><br/>She looks at him. Pulling out a special herb. It was used to heal sore throats. "Eat this...its bitter but it will help sooth that horse throat of yours." she says. Her tone a commanding and don't argue with me one. She looks him in the eyes. Putting the warm robe back around his shivering form. "You wear what sizes? I will have one of my people make you some fresh clothes to change into. Those are beyond repair and will need to be taken from your person. I'm sorry if they are of personal value...but such things are not important. Personal health is far more important than some materialistic items." she says it as a statement rather than a suggestion. She smiles warmly. "Are you perhaps hungry? Needing of something to drink?" she asks. Her voice held a hint of concern yet any other emotions were quite visably hidden.