Sapphira had landed hard, she had heard a few bones snap before she felt them. So she lay there, breathing slowly, letting her body heal. She would have to get the arrow out but it would be hard, and would probably mean that she would bleed more which was not good.
She had let herself get sloppy, she should have been able to take the man that stood between her.
All of the buzzing of the thoughts in her head drowned out the sound of the approaching dragon until he spoke. With the wound of his voice Sapphira's body jerked roughly to her feet, her body crouched low, her muscles tense in case she would have to fight. If one looked close enough they would see the pain in her eyes from the movement and position she was in, but she wouldn't let it show in her posture. She didn't know if the dragon was friendly or not. He was bigger than she was, not by too much but by enough that in her current health would be a problem.
In good health and without the injured wing she could out fly most dragons because he build was for speed and agility, not brute strength.
She didn't speak for a long time, in this form she couldn't speak physically at all, she had to speak to beings minds. After a few moments of silence, of looking him over, studying him she decided to reply
'What do you want?' She asked to his mind. She didn't meet too many dragons her size, and not many that were nearly her age, she could tell by looking at him that he was older than she was.