Nyx looked to her right hand side and saw the ice belle sulking, she moved closer to her and crouched beside her and lowered her voice. "You have been glaring at the ground since we came in here. That will not wake him any faster."
The ice belle hugged her knees tighter. "He is hurt because of me."
Nyx shook her head slowly. "No. He is hurt because he chose to protect what mattered to him."
"I should have finished the dragon sooner," the ice belle muttered. "I was arrogant. I thought I was stronger than it. I was wrong."
Nyx placed a hand gently on her shoulder. "Strength is not never being wrong. Strength is standing back up after you fall."
She looked up at Nyx, her eyes shimmering. "If I had been stronger, he would not be lying there burned."
Nyx met her gaze steadily. "If he heard you say that, he would be angry."
The ice belle frowned. "He would not."
