Whole.
Doron shied away from the eager eyes and wandering hands of the throng, fighting the urge to cover what was left of his left arm with his right hand. It had been months since he had lost the limb, and he was still self-conscious about it. He who had once been so vain, so proud of his perceived perfection continued forth with his eyes downcast, fighting the urge to turn tail and run from the welcoming mob.
It was an urge soon crushed; he had an obligation here that he had no choice but to fulfill, under softly-spoken threat of death--or worse. The Lady Winter and her coterie couldn't be far behind him, and Doron had no desire to face her wrath if she discovered that he hadn't followed her orders. With that in mind, he picked his way across the floor, avoiding contact with others as much as he could, until he found himself before the Pillar and those others who had come to offer tribute.
Doron's tail twitched nervously as he watched the great beast, intimidating even in repose, accept various offerings as if they were his due. His breath caught as he was finally pushed to the fore, and he hesitated before dropping to one knee before the dragon king.
"Yu the Five Claws, Emblem of the Crown," Doron recited, bending his head. His long hair fell over his shoulders, filling the space in his vision other penitents had occupied. "The Frozen Heart sends her greetings to you on this festive occasion and offers a tribute of--of flesh." His voice faltered at the last, and he took a deep breath to steady himself before continuing. "She sends myself to you as penitent or...plaything."
