So I'm the little, childish dragon when I don't act like it, and she's the amazing one when she's the one who acts like a child? Elenor ground her teeth.

"Just tell me where to lead you, Cesura," Elenor said calmly to the dragoness, presuming that was what Kona wanted.

She started off, supporting the injured dragon into town. She glared at anyone who dared to look even the slightest bit interested.

"It's just over there," Said Cesura, spreading her wing over to a small shack-like building, "But we need an excuse for why I'm there. You could be arrested for causing my injuries."

Elenor felt her horns with her talons, already knowing they'd return slick with Cesura's blood before she saw them.

"Stay here a second," she said, setting the dragoness down on the ground. She looked around, spying what she was looking for. Lots of cloth shapes hanging on ropes. She had no idea why any dragon in their right mind would just leave their belongings out like that, but it was playing to her advantage, so she didn't care. Their fault.

She pounced over a short fence, grabbing one of the pieces of fabric and wiping off all of the blood the best she could. She then realised that her underscales had her blood, dried, on them. So she did get a few hits in after all, Elenor thought appraisingly. She brushed off most of it, then buried the cloth under a bush to hide it from passers-by.

Then she returned to the other two. "I'm less conspicuous now," she said. She had no idea for how to make an excuse though. She hoped Kona would be able to handle that.

"we got attacked by bandits or..." She suggested," a bear? Maybe I could have fallen from a tree?"

"I don't think there are any bears around here," Elenor supplied, shrugging. "Can falling from a tree cut a dragon that badly? Uhh... being attacked by bandits, or at least another dragon, seems logical..." she trailed off. Okay, maybe she could tackle this excuse.

Just do it how you do it, she thought reassuringly. Logic and truth.

"Okay, let's think about this. You have been attacked by another dragon. Revealing it was me will raise too many questions, so we need to figure out who in this island is likely to go around attacking random dragons. Like an assassin, or a mercenary... an assassin or a mercenary, huh," she repeats to herself. An idea was beginning to form.

"What if we took attention away from ourselves, by dragging attention to ourselves?" Elenor started, tapping a claw on the ground. "Right, listen to this. People must be noticing that there's an assassin in town - that's you. What if we said that you were attacked by that assassin, changing up the description of the appearance a bit, and have everyone looking for them?"

Okay, this was just confusing. She tried to explain.

"What I mean is, people would be looking for a notorious assassin - at least, just what they've been told about this 'dragon'. Basically, you would be ditching your reputation on a fictional dragon, having people looking for that dragon and thinking you were innocent. Even though you were the assassin, you would be pretending it was someone else. Therefore clearing what you've done in the past - giving it to a non-existant dragon you made up - and almost starting your life anew. Do you get what I'm saying?"

"Not too bad, little dragon, " A scoff, even maybe a smile formed on Ember's face. "What exactly is your description of this said dragon?"

"Uhhh..." Elenor furrowed her brow, thinking. She was glad her headache had reduced to a dull throb, but she was still in need of rest and something to eat to get back up to full efficiency.

"How about..." she trailed off, looking at Cesura. "Dark green scales, pink underscales... dark red normal horns... average size, skinny... anything else?" She'd just changed the colours a bit, similar to what Cesura did look like, but sounding completely different when said - which was what mattered.

She looked around. It was quite quiet, and had been for some time. Weird.

"Anyway," she said, helping Cesura up onto her unsteady feet again. "Let's at least walk slowly so we don't look suspicious, talking out here while you're bleeding."

Called a little dragon, again, Elenor thought, knowing that was the reason she was wanting to get moving, doing something, again. She didn't realise Kona had smiled appreciatively a little, dwelling on constantly being put down for her harmless appearance.

"Good thinking!" Cesura liked the thought of a fresh start, honestly it really wasn't her fault she had done these things. Nightshade had made her like this, a cold blooded killer, but she didn't have to be. Right?

"Just..." Elenor looked at them. "Can you two do the talking? I don't think I'll do it well. Cesura, you can describe the imaginary assassin, and Kona, you can really go on about how you found her and broke up the fight. I'll just... nod, I suppose," Elenor figured a shrug might be what you would use just then. It was hard to do when supporting the dragoness though, so it didn't really work. She sighed.

(it take too long so we can go back in town a bit later or stay at the same spot for a while)

He wake up as the sun peaked between the trees and silently stand up, he wasn't planing on leaving his friend alone but knew that sleeping for too long would be bad for him. Stretching his body his eyes went back to scaning the area, on the look out for any threat or signes of others dragons around the area.