Ash knew exactly how he felt

He noticed Ash not falling asleep and glanced to him,only with those rich purple eyes. "You need rest." Was all he said,it was simple and calm but his voice seemed to match the faint majesty he seemed to have to himself. This really was his prince form,and his features spoke of it proudly even tho he didn't seem to want to speak of it at all.

He shook his head. "It's fine. You should stop worrying about me get some rest while you can. I'm not sure when the next time will be when we can stop."

"You don't realize how hard it is not to worry...." He said softly,his front talons twitching a bit. They where burnt and bloodied. His wounds only added to the scars on his body that pulled at the scales stiffly as he breathed. "I'm fine...I don't need to sleep.Dragons can stay up a long time.That's why we're fighting so hard back home...." He winced as he said home then spoke a little softer. "But those things....they don't sleep at all....it's like they run on insanity...." He shivered only for a moment,seeming to close his eyes and fall to pain fright and....sorrow. But then it seemed that he forced it away and seemed emotionless again as black pulsed over his color changing scales a bit to block out purple,blue and gray.

Ash sighed and said, "Look. I'm not going to be able to sleep, so you might as well get some. You'll need it tomorrow. "

"If you don't sleep then I won't. I'm not going to sleep when you could end up needing some sort of help. I'm not a lazy pile of scales like some think we are. We don't lay around on piles of treasure,we fight for our families,loved ones,friends and lives." He raised his head and shook it limply on his neck,the motion emphasizing the grace of his form. "No." His horns seemed to flow in a graceful wave up from his head,scars on them as well as if claws had so many times bashed his skull against things and yet not managed to kill him. So many old marks showed that he'd been hurt fataly so many times yet was somehow still alive.

Ash shook his head and turned his back to Jason. Why were dragons so stubborn?

Jason put his head back down and put his talons over his snout,one single wave of blue,sad blue,washing over his scales. All of them,the color rippling through him for a moment and pulsed with his heart rate. Then it faded as if it had died to a beating. And it sorta had,he was beating down emotions at the moment,beating them as hard as he could so he couldn't feel them. Until he felt nothing for a while and was just there,bloodied talons on shout and purple eyes sightlessly looking forward. He didn't twitch or flinch or even wince. Just there. A graceful beast that had grace and power in himself and yet seemed to be trying to remove it from himself from the inside. As if trying to up root a blossoming rose bush. But he was getting scratched up in the process. Soon the blood from his body was a good amount on the ground below him rather than where it should have been.

Ash didn't see, as his back was turned. However, he could smell the blood.

The blood didn't have the usual stench that you'd smell from normal blood. It wasn't strong smelling but noticeable. It smelled of rich grass and a seeming breeze.