[Goodness, he really can move, can he? All that muscle accounts to speed instead.

She's quiet, just as he urged, keeping perfectly still after he pulls her to him, listening carefully.

Leaning slightly, she looks at the...large young dragon, it's rather large, actually.

Pulling at his hand slightly, if only for her to be able to speak, she whispers back:]

We need to do something, but how should we approach? It's a dragon, no? It could be powerful, and one in pain even more dangerous.