Ah, so she was Adelan, then. He had a hunch from how she looked, but the draconic sealed it for him.
Of course, he knew what she was saying in common as well, but that wasn't important at the moment. Merradin got close. So close, in fact, that if she wanted to swing at his snout with her sword, she could. The air around him just seemed to tingle with energy.
His eyes were curious, almost friendly, and after a few moments, he narrowed his eyes at her, and they glowed as he cast a spell, trying to force her into succumbing to her tiredness. He wanted to pick her up and help her, but he didn't want her knowing where his hoard was, either!
"Rest now," he said in excellent common, directing the spell towards her.