I went on to tell them about everything that happened. Clove and Fern didn't care about the soldiers I'd dispatched, which did not particularly surprise me, but they were incredibly sympathetic toward the Juvenile Nature Dragon.
"The dragon was a mother. A young one." Tears welled up in Fern's eyes. "She was angry about the loss of her child. Understandably so, but…why us?"
She suppressed the tears with a shake of her head and retained her composure.
Clove remained silent in the meantime, but his ears perked up when I continued.
"You killed the young dragon?" His eyes grew wide. "Does that mean you can transform into a dragon?"
I nodded but added yet another important point. "They tortured it. It was suffering…and it wanted to die, but couldn't. The soldiers used an alarm that rang as soon as the Juvenile Nature Dragon tore itself free of the tubes. They…They would have preserved its life and continued torturing it."
