Roma lands on the grass covered in slime and gasping... the air outside her... rescuer is very cold, and she's from a warmer climate. She notes with some trepidation that the rags the slavers put her in have given up the ghost... after her rush through the wilderness, the dragon's stomach was just too much. They're beginning to fall apart, revealing her bronze skin everywhere. She covers up instinctively as she looks up at the blue dragoness, processing what she's been told.<br/><br/>"...oh. I... guess that makes sense." Not really, actually.<br/>A few moments later...<br/>"Thank you. For helping me." Roma tries not to let the silence grow as she sits beneath a large dragon.<br/><br/>"Roma." she says suddenly, and begins stammering. "My name, I mean. It's Roma. I'm Roma. Roma is me. Roma is what I'm called."<br/><br/>She's still nervous.