A twitch of her ears betrayed her hearing of the curse spouted after the unicorn, before she turned to watch Dragomir. Some small part of her envied the energy with which he prowled back and forth, a massive predator without prey to devour, the same small part of her that still bemoaned the ache in her shoulders and wings even in the midst of the heat and excitement. Her stance widened slightly, steadying her weary body even as she stood before a sight that was far from common to her. Contemplations of the stranger were brief before the concerns of what exactly Dragomir would do next.
It was a small relief that he merely paced restlessly back and forth. But still her ears were tilted back warily, long tail sweeping back and forth. "He mentioned drakes, not dragons. They are not the same. I... remember when the dragons found trace of drakes here. There was so much anger..." She shivered at the memory, shivered again at the darkness in her friend's laughter. This side of him... unsettled her. In an effort to calm him she stepped forward, hurrying her steps to fall into stride with him. Then she reached out her muzzle toward his neck, shifting half a stride closer so she could brush against his side. "He's gone now, Dragomir. You don't need to be angry anymore."