Hastily, Marakai reverted to his human form, rushing over to her and picking her up, hugging her against his chest - he had made sure to leave his upper armor off so the contact was skin-to-skin - and wrapping her cloak around them both pulling his sword from her cold fingers. He jammed it into the earth with one hand, and pulled her tighter against him, trying to keep her warm.
"I'm so sorry, Aev'iterna, I cannot feel the cold as a dragon. I should have taken the proper precautions to keep you warm." His eyes glowed brightly as he looked down at her, holding her bridal fashion almost.
The sight of this almost made him chuckle. Almost. There were more important things going on, though.
"In this mountain rests the lower reaches of the Aerie, the ancient fortress that served as my clans home for centuries. This was the first place I went after I awakened - there's clothes, blankets, and warmth."
He strode forward, his tall form quickly clearing the distance to a sheer rock wall. The surface of this wall was almost completely of broken stones, save a small circle of completely smooth rock, roughly the size of Marakai's hand with his fingers outstretched. This was exactly what he did, placing his palm against the rock and pushing inward.
Suddenly, on his shoulder the skin split open, revealing a patch of scales in the same pattern as the symbol on the hilt on his sword.
"Handy thing, these doors. Only a member of the Aerie Clan can enter this place...I suppose I can call this whole place mine, seeing as how I'm the only one left."
The smooth stone under his hand flared with a brilliant light, and Marakai spoke again.
"Haekten seiko Marakai, vilaetr nies aer Trin."
With those words, spoken in a dialect of draconic that didn't even exist anymore, the stones seemed to fold in on themselves, opening a massive hole, easily big enough to accommodate him in his Dragon form, if he so chose.
"....welcome to what was my home...or at least to what's left of it."
