The adults looked discouraged at Jerrar's response, but they met eyes and came to a silent agreement. "You must at least come with us to the camp," the man insisted.<br/><br/>"I'm not sure..." Kiriei muttered, but the sight of the sick child still wrenched her heart.<br/><br/>"Oh please?" one woman begged. "Perhaps you can remember something that can help them."<br/><br/>"I hear dragon's milk has soothing properties," the other woman added in. "And I hear scales and horns can be ground into potion ingredients."<br/><br/>After hearing that, Kiri was ready to downright refuse them, but then she saw the desperate looks on their faces. A pink tinge crept onto her face and she crossed her arms and stubbornly gazed a tree. "...I'm not doing anything painful," she muttered, glancing at the humans out of the corner of her eyes. Tired smiles broke out onto their faces, and they turned, expectantly, to Jerrar.