*thinks I know enough / everything I need to but doesn't say it (she doesn't trust her voice for that)*
*a faint smile in her tone (she doesn't want you to be sorry, not really)* "Dragons tall". You hide too well to be a dragon. *turns her head infinitesimally, wary of displacing anything, but the need to see you is growing as desperate as the urge to breathe* When will you stop hiding?