Dawn, have faith in me. Quetz patronized her. What did she think he was? He was the heir of the treasurer's Keeper of the King of Aztec. That was information he could never reveal to her and when it was time, he would have to—. He didn't think further. The thought of leaving her was painful.
Dawn was planning on drugging him and taking him on a cargo ship – the way she had entered this country but when a ripple of genuine assurance enveloped her mind she calmed. She was satisfied to know that her dragon could take care of himself. "I believe in you Quetz, but I will be worried until I see you." She hugged him again. "So you take care." She knew that he was about to leave.
Quetz nodded. The silly girl had to know the magic he was capable of.
