Kiriei said nothing, but nodded at Jerrarekoth. She knew he meant well, and it was obvious he cared about her. It sort of reassured her that she had someone out there who was looking out for her. At the moment though, she didn't feel too tired. That changed after a few solid hours of flying. Kiriei felt a bead of sweat roll down from her temple, brought on by the late day heat and ceaseless flying. Her throat was beginning to dry from the lack of humidity in the desert air and her breath wasn't coming as easily as it had before. Competition was the farthest thing from her mind at the moment, she needed rest and she wasn't afraid to say so.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFFF">"Hey Jerrar,"</span>the Night dragon said through a dry throat,<span style="color: #00BFFF">"I think I could use a bit of a rest, if you don't mind stopping for a bit."</span>