He sighed, and continued down the tunnel, deflating a bit more until he finally stopped, and looked back at her. "Would you mind going on ahead? I need to be alone for a bit."<br/><br/>He was probably the most pathetic looking red dragon to have ever existed at the moment, but he couldn't even find the energy to care what she, Tuor, the council, or even that damn clanmaster thought. He just wanted to curl up in a corner somewhere and sleep for a while, at least until the clanmaster showed up again. He was due a visit and a personal beating for not having the good graces to die as a hatchling, despite the fact that everyone had done just about what they could except giving him the killing blow.