Era's anger stemmed from a deep-rooted hurt. She hadn't done anything! And here she stood, accused by her would-be murderer.
The dragon did not read human body-language well, and her ineptitude grated on her already strained nerves. She snapped back at him. "And I should take your word for this why? You will not take mine. And I can tell you, I have more practice at it than you will ever have."
In a huff, Era tore the loose scale free and threw it at his feet. "There. Take it." A steaming tear rolled down her face as she turned to walk away.
Ironically, she gave him the opportunity to prove his words. With her back turned and him not far from his weapons, he could try to kill her again.