So peachy... I could almost fly into space.

[At least she's well enough for sarcastic quips. Her dark humor is still there; that's a good sign. Then her tired mind registers the comment he'd made and a noise that sounds akin to a tired, bitter laugh escapes the dragon at the statement.]

Oh, you have no idea...

[She does. Her mother loved to tell bedtime stories of her... conquests with men until they were used up and then killing them. He doesn't need to know that, however, so she doesn't say it. Slowly, light and smoke play around her scales until it leaves her in human form, leaning against the wall and clutching at her sides.]

Nudging history when required... sometimes shoving it when some person who'll soon become legend needs saving. She can be very persuasive when she decides to put on her wizened old woman mask.

[At least her dreams let him see the real her. She glimpses at the imagined stars above their heads.]

I have almost found our exit. Any questions before the ground decides to open its maw and swallow us? [She's just kidding... or IS SHE? ...It she?]