Midnight to hesitant steps while Alice began singing a song to heal the many wounds all over the slim dragonkin's body. Walker was sure this was a dragonkin and Midnight could smell the dragon blood in its body telling her it was one. However, she had never seen a dragonkin looking so weak. So vulnerable.
It wasn't right.
This betrayed the image that the dragon race and those that stood for the dragon race were weaker or that they were not able to protect themselves or their people. It went against the innate dragon's pride within midnight and she felt wrong. No, she was disgusted by this situation since this was radically against what she knew of how a dragonkin should live.
