The dragon didn't move a millimeter away, rather it seemed to lean ever more closer, its long and slender snout coming inches from her face before it let out a harsh exhale of air into her face from its nostrils. Its claws inched toward Rowan, as if about to scoop him up and take off. Before it did anything its pupils suddenly narrowed to a normal shape and suddenly it was reeling back, hissing and growling at both her and Rowan, but without its usual malice, almost fear and confusion as if it didn't understand where it was all of a sudden or what it was doing. It turned and took off but didn't go far before it was forced to fly a certain distance away only, as if stuck on a leash.

Rowan stared, he simply just stared until the dragon tried leaving. He heaved as if suddenly released from a trance or spell, though the ancient magic was still clinging to him, refusing to leave his body or soul.