"You could probably restore that injury, fairly easily," she suggests. "I mean, you did grow an entire adult dragon by yourself, I think you could handle repairing one organ."<br/><br/>She takes a long drink herself, pausing a moment to savor the flavor, before setting the bottle down. "An incompetent, or a fool, with too much power finds himself in an early grave. You've proven you are neither... and, sometimes, a blunt application of raw force is what a problem needs, such as the white dragon. Mastery comes with time, but you have something that can't be taught, experience that can only be obtained through the crucible of desperation and war. Not to mention, your... naivety towards many of the preconceived notions of this world tends to work in your advantage. Would you have done what you did with Elwyrr, had you known he was the Erlking's lieutenant? Would you have entered Aurelia's cave, knowing that few, if any, ever returned? Would you have pursued the drow woman, if you had known that she carried a contact poison that causes flesh to necrotize in mere minutes? Ultimately, it seems to have aided you more than hurt you, so far. And that is why you surround yourself with those whoa re knowledgeable, so when you do need information, it can be provided."