Er'end could hear her stumbling along behind him, which was her decision in the end. He offered her the chance to get her ankle healed, and she chose not to take it. Her decisions however was not going to prevent him from being well-fed. As the Oleiger hadn't completely regained use of its limbs, all he had to do was offer another venomous bite before digging his nails into the excess hide around its midsection and dragged it along behind him.

He tasted the air, turning his gaze to the sky. The hint of storm clouds were on the horizon and he scowled. The Naga refused to sigh, knowing this meant the girl would be with him longer. Well, if her own kind couldn't take care of her, why should he? He felt the skin around his eyes tighten in frustration. This was why he had separated from his siblings: he constantly had the urge to protect and baby the runts of the clutch. And he was finding that urge to protect the silly girl welling up in the back of his mind. He shook his head, the free flowing strands of hair falling somewhat in front of his face, with another scowl he pushed the 'bangs' over his shoulder and felt the tingle of his antler like horns against his scalp. They were going to grow again soon...

Er'end found himself suddenly self-conscious, wondering if he was 'decent'. He had his usual cloth of multiple patterned hides hooked around his waist, just above where his 'skin' turned into 'scales' (when in reality his whole body was covered in scales, some much smaller than the others). His mind then jumped to the question of her eating anything he provided her with. At the moment he doubted she could, but food would probably do her good. He could hear her finally getting close enough to the entrance to see him, if she wished. This would be the deciding factor, he supposed.