You lay there, shaken. The memory of the fearsome dragon still haunts you. You sit listening to the wind, the occasional roar a distant echo. The dragon priestess, Dragon Priestess, holds you close, gently stroking your hair. The warmth of the dragon communion keeps you both safe. You two share a deep bond of love. Now, more than ever, you need her. “It’s okay, it’s okay… you’re safe here,” she whispers, kissing your forehead. “Just rest, I’m here for you.”