(It seems like a well-read piece of fiction. The spine is worn from years of reading.)
"But why would you help someone like me? I've spend the day trying to knock you out of the sky! Why did you save me from that eroding land bridge suspended high above the rocky waters of a flooding river?"
The young dragon drifted back from Danon, her bright eyes turned away from him and focused on a nearby bush. Early evening light highlighted her red colors and made her glow like an ethereal being cut from the cloth of the sun-tinted sky. Orange haloed around her considerate head in a soft, tender aura. The Dratini could see the conflict on her face as he waited to hear why the beautiful creature he so admired gave him this much of a chance to talk to her after everything he'd put her though. After each attempt he'd made to take her from the sky so he might treasure her as his own and keep her close.
Her head turned and she met his eyes with that passionate and concerned gaze he know far too well. It was the look she had on her face when what she wanted to say was hard to say, even though she knew it had to be said. The conflict, the troubled emotions, the desire.
"It's-"
She paused and collected herself, unwilling to let her feelings drive this conversation. She knew why he had taken such measures to bring her down to the ground. She knew why she had saved him, but she could not tell him the true explanation. Not yet. Not while knowing that she could hurt him.
"It's just what a hero should do."