His first answer was what she had expected. Dragons were bad. Humans hunted them. Now she understood why the two races never seemed to settle near each other. And that only worried her further. Era had no other place to go. It wasn't like there were a lot of unsettled wildernesses available. Bigger predators tended to take those, and Era was only a small dragon. She couldn't challenge them for it.
Edgar's further response helped a little more - not because of what he said. If someone hunted her down and killed her, would it really make a difference if it hadn't 'had anything to do with her specifically?' But the fact that he seemed to be trying to save her feelings made a difference. Era hadn't expected it of him.
Well, she had given him her word. It wasn't his fault that the information she gained did not please her. The dragon scratched at a loose scale on the base of her neck. She could already feel it's replacement pushing up against it. So the loss would mean nothing to her. As she did so, she asked, "But what am I supposed to do? I don't have anywhere else to go. My mother won't let me back. She said I was old enough to be on my own. Only, all the good caves are taken. I'm not big enough to fight another dragon," she bemoaned. If only she weren't such a runt.