The girl gave a slight shudder as the tail was removed from her neck, and then she closed her eyes, feeling the warm, moist breath of the dragon on her face, daring not even to look him the eye.  The stench of rotting meat and the metallic odor of blood filled her nostrils.  Jitoru turned her head, breathing through her mouth, keeping her eyes shut, her face red as if from a great deal of heat or exercise.  "I guess I'm just someone who thought wrong, aren't I?" she mumbled.  A bead of sweat rolled down her face.