Blackdust cave

Kestrel winces slightly as he growls at her. I- sorry. I didn't mean to be too harsh. I just- I don't have a lot of experience dealing with humanoids who aren't part dragon. Especially not intelligent and handsome young men.

Which is why, when he asks her about squeamishness, she holds herself there firmly and watches. Really, all she wants to do is help the poor thing, regardless of the fact that it's dead. But as she'd never let anyone see any form of weakness in her, she sits still throughout, keeping very, very quiet.