When Emyr went out of the door, he saw Ara entered her cabin.
"Ara." He held the panel before it closed. "Ara, let me explain."
"There's nothing to explain..." Ara's face was turned away. She seemed crying.
Emyr hooked his finger to her rounded chin and gently turned her head towards him.
"I made you cry. I'm sorry, Ara," he murmured huskily. "I am afraid for you. I don't want you to die."
"Why--?" Her tear-drenched eyes stared at him uncomprehendingly.
"I'm afraid that the moment you see my dragon form, you will be shocked and scared and..."
"Are you saying that I would die from shock if I saw you transform into dragon?"
"Yes..."
"Oh, Emyr! I saw both you and Zovern as dragons!"
"In your dreams," Emyr offered with a sigh.
"In my dreams--yes. But there was no difference. You're
