A single tear slid down her golden cheek, hanging there while time just seems to stop before falling to the ground and shattering. Another long pause before green eyes shift from the body of a hatchling to the knight holding an ichor stained sword. A single word fills the air filled with untold sorrow, 'Why? He was only curious about you and wanted to play' The sword slides in his hand untill the tip touches the ground and the knight dosn't say anything. 'My mate was killed about a year ago and my hatchlings gradually died also because I just couldn't find enough food to feed them and now you have to kill my last one, he was all I had left.'