"You're fine," said Eragon, exasperated. "Stop worrying. There's nothing you can do about it anyway." Saphira growled and continued to study her image in the lake. She turned her head from side to side, then exhaled heavily, releasing a cloud of smoke that drifted out over the water like a small, lost thundercloud. she asked, and looked toward him. "Dragons grow new scales all the time. You know that." He did not bother to hide his smile; he knew she would sense his amusement. "You shouldn't be so upset. It wasn't very big." Reaching out, he traced the diamond-shaped hole on the left side of her snout, where the object of her consternation had so recently been ensconced. The gap in her sparkling armor was no larger than the end of his thumb and about an inch deep. At the bottom of it, her leathery blue hide was visible. Curious, he touched her skin with the tip of his index finger. It felt warm and smooth, like the belly of a calf. Saphira snorted and pulled her head away from him. He chuckled and kicked at the water by the base of the rock he was sitting on, enjoying the sensation against the bottom of his bare feet."