Jerar clenched his jaw shut and rolled his fingers into a fist to keep himself from. . .what was he keeping himself from doing? He wasn't sure, but he did know that if he let himself do it, it wouldn't end well. He walked her out of the tavern and into the sun, he tried to keep her in the shade most of the time, as the noon sun was just overhead, this was rather difficult.<br/><br/>He made his way to the farm that they landed at and stopped under a tree for a moment to decide where to go from there. Kiri really needed to lay down and Jerrar needed to make sure that it was somewhere that people could not easily see them, in case Kiri transformed.<br/><br/>There was a barn house not to far away, but he leaned against the tree to take a moment and look at Kiri. Her stunning beauty was dimmed slightly by the alcohol on her breath. Before he could begin to make his way to the barn, a thought slipped into his head: Alcohol has a similar effect on dragons, in human form or not, as it does on humans. So Kiri probably won't remember much, and wake up with a throbbing headache.