"Set me down on the ground please," mumbled Fiona in Tiamat's chest.
She felt like a heavy burden in his arms.
Of late Tiamat was looking even more haggard and emaciated than when they originally met, his high eye brows were now razor sharp and she felt a sense of guilt in the pit of her stomach.
Tiamat ignored Fiona and continued to walk while holding her in the manner of a princess carry.
Her irritation made her eyes widen and a sudden breeze ruffled through Fiona's hair enhancing the curvature of her face.
"You're annoyed with me, aren't you?" she provoked.
"Annoyed?" Tiamat sighed. "Thornwyck that I have recently acquired is left practically defenseless, my men if not dead are scattered all over the place like the wind, my wife nearly died by a rival dragon, and you have reason to believe I'm annoyed. This goes way deeper than that dear wife, I'm barely holding it together and I am far more than just annoyed."
