[Worm]

Moira felt an unsettling wave wash over her. Though she knew it was right to be returned to her family, there was something which made her nervous to go back to her normal life. She didn't know if she could tell her family about the dragon who cared for her. Would they even believe her? And if they did, would they come after Kerian and his scales? She lowered her head, making her way to the clothes that Kerian had prepared for her. "Yes, I suppose that is best." She dried herself off as best as she could, but the steam kept her a bit moist. Though she was still a bit wet, she managed to slip the large shirt over her head. It stuck to certain parts of her form, but it covered her up to her thighs.

"Do you think I should... tell them?" She adverted her eyes, a bit ashamed by how confused she was. It wasn't every day that a girl got picked up by a dragon. She wrapped the towel around her long, white hair and propped it up on her head. "I mean, what if they don't believe me..." She sighed. "Or even worse, what if they do believe me?" Moira lifted her head to let her eyes meet Kerian's.