Opening his eyes, he muttered, "It doesn't matter. The important thing is that you've returned. And now that you're back, nothing will separate us again. I refuse to let you depart once more." His words exuded unwavering confidence, resembling a tyrant addressing his beloved.
Rhea nearly spat out the water in her mouth. Hastily swallowing it, she placed the jar down and declared, "You have no authority over me to control me. As long as I have my limbs intact, you cannot force me to remain by your side forever. However, since you are still injured, I would consider staying with you until you fully recover. My only duty is to protect you from being killed, nothing more."
Draven turned his head to face Rhea, focusing on her last statement. He inquired with an amused look, "How do you plan on protecting me from being killed?"
"I know someone who excels at creating masks to conceal any scent. Perhaps we should visit her after you have recovered, to mask your strong dragon scent."