Miriam shook her head and pushed Ashia back to the couch, then moved to straddle her waist.<span style="color: blue"> "Of course you could, but you would care. You're a good person with a good heart, you're not perfect but who is? I'm not scared of you, Ashia, so stop trying to intimidate me. Try a red dragon, I've been to Wrymrest Temple, I've spoken to them to ask for help. I saw how little they cared, was is so much to ask of those mighty dragons to have the ability to walk again? I spent the gold, I was escorted by two handicapped drakes through the stinging cold of Dragonblight. I've met dragons, drakes, and everything in between of all colors. They're all assholes. You, Ashia, are not." </span>She nodded and kissed Ashia to interrupt her.<span style="color: blue">"Thirty women, alright.  So say you've killed fifteen criminals. That's fifteen victims you've given justice to, and then you have to consider how many lives they would have gone on to ruin. You personally may have ruined thirty lives, but you may have saved forty or fifty. Well that's unfortunate about the children, but when it comes to cults and gods there's really nothing that can be done."</span>She rolled her eyes and grabbed Ashia's snout and held it shut.<span style="color: blue">"Stop. You're more full of hot air than anything. I get it, you're dangerous, and you don't want to become attached to us mortals. We've hurt you in the past, we've butchered your children, but you still care, you still protect us and some of us appreciate it. Appreciate you. Outside of this city, stomp around, breathe fire, kick over livestock, do whatever else it is dragons do. But in this home you're my friend, you're Ashia, and you are a wonderful person. I don't fuck animals." </span>She stared into Ashia's eyes for a long moment then released her mouth and kissed her deeply.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>