Bailey was in such a rage that she shouted at the dragon even though he was gone, "I said they mean no harm! Not that they don't cause any! And we're not talking about the small dragons! We're talking about the dragons--even of the biggest breed--that are just weaker or lack a skill essential to survival! Without humans, they would die. Do you want them to die?" She was panting and growling, only not going after the smart-mouth little Knucker because Elizabeth was holding her back by pulling her halter.
"Relax, girl," she sighed, "Knuckers are always irritating, especially since we wouldn't kill them just because their useless. We have to put up with them." She hopped on Bailey's back and signaled to fly back to camp. As they were flying, Elizabeth noticed a crack in the leather saddle. She sighed.
"The saddle's falling apart. I think it's getting too small for you and too thin for me," she chuckled, "It's failing under my weight and getting squished by your size." Naturally, dragons feel quite proud when you mention how big they are. So Bailey lifted her head higher and flapped her wings higher. She smiled. Elizabeth smiled, too, for she liked Bailey to be happy.
Bailey lifted higher into the sky.