She felt so nauseous and felt like taking flight at any moment. Becoming what she could become and taking the whole inn with her. Crushing them both for knowing what she was. It was a desperate feeling. It was nothing she'd ever felt before. No one had ever known before this. None but family, and Koe. Koe had known by looking at her, just as this man had. But she'd known what Koe was too. Koe was also a dragon. How could he sit so patiently. How could he appear so confident when she was anything but. She stared at her hands and tried not to picture this place. Aetherius. Where humans worshiped Bahamut and delivered dragons..
But it was not such a strange idea to her. For her family flew back and forth along this mountain range, following the winter in it's passage. In fact, she had heard of something like this, but thought it only a story. Only a tale. Only something to be feared, or to worry of. Men who killed Dragons because the dragons asked, and took into themselves.. But it was as strange as those tales of men who could swallow the souls of their enemies, or drink their blood to gain part of their power.
The colors on her face seemed brighter now, the silver shined clearer, the white was nearly like snow. The sheen had a shine now. She never felt so exposed and so sick.
"Why would anyone want something like that?" She snarled suddenly. "You expect us to believe that sort of tale? It's easier to believe that you're a murderer who seeks power above all else." The sickness and weakness were easily overpowered by her anger. Her fingers tightened in her lap, ready to strike. She could escape, she would escape. And she'd destroy all the knowledge these two held about her in the process when the need arose.