He sighed, and said, "Sorry, bright scales, did not mean to snap out like that, but the constant enthusiasm of would be adventurers tends to be annoying. If you don't mind, would you let me ride on your back, and I just point what direction to go? That way you don't hurt yourself trying to keep from leaving me behind.<br/><br/>It is not the wounds that really hurt, except when the weather changes, but the memories that bring back the phantom pain."<br/><br/>He reached over and brushed his hand across her foreflank, just a casual touch meant among dragons to reassure the other.