No.
"Seriously."
No. I don't like how it tastes!!
From an outsider's point of view it may have looked like a silly battle, or a rider attempting to stop the charging of a dragon bent on getting free. Both interpretations could be correct, as Fisher did have Euxanth's large form backed up against a wall in such a way she couldn't easily escape. In her hands the rider held a salve, one with a lid open enough that a rather foul smell leaked out, and the dragon's eyes were a mix of grey and green over this strange dance. Every attempt Euxanth made to go left was countered by Fisher, same for steps to the right. Barreling forward was no good since a game of poultry wound end with them both hurt and thus the stalemate came to be.
The cut on Euxanth's muzzle wasn't too large and pronounced but it was red and angry; it certainly needed treated or it could become infected and scar. While neither rider nor dragon had anything against scars it would be nice if they weren't self-inflicted. Scars were meant to be mini-badges of honor, not a story about how Euxanth had flown into a tree and torn it up while not paying attention.
"I can do this all day, yanno." Fisher placed her empty hand on her hip and shook her head, challenging her lifemate.
It's gonna be all day then! No means no!
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