[ she doesn't mind the least, taking comfort in his presence, letting it steady her. it is funny, how much she has come to rely on him, in the months prior. ]

Yes, I am. [ her expression mirrors his, though it momentarily shifts into a frown as she recalls what had happened. ] I confess, the only dragon I know of is not a kind creature, nor one to be reasoned with — and though I understand why they protected their young, such destruction...

[ she shudders. glaurung, father of dragons, the great worm — one of morgoth's worst creations. beren's father, barahir, had fought against it alongside finrod felagund. the destruction of dagor bragollach, the fire that she'd heard spread across the battlefield... the fire of the dragons in dracness had made her think of it, and even the imagined connection to morgoth made her uneasy. ]