Hearing him rumbling at her, Drea called weakly, struggling back to her feet to try and drag herself forwards, sounding a little like a peeping chick, weak and feeble. Her whole body ached and she'd seriously overdone it. She had lost so much muscle and certainly wouldn't be flying anytime soon. She sniffed at the male before sneezing, something tickling her nose as she glanced to Dimitri. She seemed ot trust the old male, the others not so much. Still all the same, Elsa came back with a water for them, struggling to carry the pan she'd used to keep it; normally used for their cooking pot. "I don't think she likes me Dimitri." Elsa sighed but Drea grumbled and did take the water out of the pot. She was very thirsty.