Artair shudders as he feels Willow's gaze pierce the back of his head, boring into his very soul. "A-and a kind and benevolent dragon who ensures that I won't come to any harm, complete with being so kind as to bring me back from the dead...?" he adds, almost phrasing it as a question as he looks up at Willow, his expression somewhat fearful.<br/><br/>"I could help with that if you'd like, dear," Glade replies. "But I was going to let you out back at the cave so I can digest..."