"I've never had to plead with you for anything, have I? Just this once." Astarot pleaded again.
With cold eyes, Raymond assessed the body on the ground, contemplating over Astarot's request. Raymond knew how proud, cold and aloof his dragon was. Who was this strange lady that could make Astarot this way?
"You really have to save her. Besides, you wouldn't want to leave her here like this would you?" Astarot tried persuading Raymond once more.
"I don't care about the relationship between you two, Astarot. I'll save her like you've requested. However, once she's recovered some of her strength, I'm kicking her out." Raymond said, finally giving in. He moved closer to her at Astarot's words and bent to examine her.
Her lips were turning blue and her body was getting pale. Feeling her pulse, it was getting weak and her body had started to turn cold. Not to mention the deep wounds on her body, she's lost a great deal of blood.