Eragon walked into the newly rebuilt dragon hold, the Isidar Mithrim shining blissfully, wondering if Saphira's mood had improved. He found her lying down her wings folded gently. Her head was resting on her back. But when he entered the room she tensed up, her magnificent head coming up to meet him and her large wings folding protectively around her like a giant wall.

'Saphira?'

The only reply he got was a plume of fire and smoke.

'What is your problem? This constant mood rubs off on me and Ahjihad is most displeased with me. Brom is also concerned. He asked me to tell you that if you wish to speak with him he will be willing to console with you.'

Nothing.

'Ok be that way then. But also reflect on this: We share a telepathic link and secrets have never been kept between us. When you do not tell me your troubles it makes me think that it is I who is the problem. I would have you tell me, but I will not breach the only sanctuary a person truly has. I depart.'

And with that he left.

Saphira allowed her large head to rest down on the cold hard floor and relaxed her muscles. A single silvery tear made it's way down her shimmering face.

Secrets should not be kept between dragon and rider

Saphira made up her mind and lifted her large wings in search of Brom.

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