All Leanne is going to see is a wounded dragon with his tail curled up and his wings tucked in. At one point, when it was healthy and proud like he is, it's black and obsidian, iridescent scales under the sun.

He wasn't in any mood to eat when his wounds were tended. At times, he weakly waves his clawed hands to shoo her way. If she left him any food, it was largely untouched for the most part of the day and becomes cold as like his heart.

Only to later, it was partially licked and eaten by a few bites only for him to go back to the same position and behavior as before with the broken, blank expression, grumping in the dark corner of the shed.