Blue was at the Rooftop Diner before he knew it. With no sign of pursuit, he stalled on the building just before the eatery, deciding to check on the Little One he was carrying in his pack. Carefully, he unshouldered the straps and slowly set the bag down and undid the buckles that were keeping it closed.
His ears perked as he began to hear the sobbing inside the pack.
He felt guilty for making him cry, but there wasn't much he could have done. He ran as smoothly as he could.
His ears folded back with the covering flap of his backpack. "I'm sorry, Guy," he whispered apologetically.
He reached in and lifted out the small dragon, taking it into his arms and stroking softly over its back.
Blue looked over the Dragon thoroughly, trying to pinpoint what he might have done to the injured creature to set him off like he did, but it was impossible to see what could have happened past all the wounds it already had.
Blue took the dragon and held him close to his chest.
"I'm so sorry, he repeated," nearly crying for him.