After so much destruction and war, Spyro and Cynder can relax for the rest of their lives peacefully. "I think I'll see if I'm fit to walk. I can't imagine Cynder, as much we love each other, can carry me for the rest of our lives." Spyro constructed a thought while still half asleep. "Cynder?" Spyro attempted to wake the sleeping dragoness. "Hmm?" Cynder responded with a half sigh of "what". "Do you think you can help me up? I'm going to try to walk." Spyro requested help from his love.
Cynder responded with an answer that gave spyro worry over the privacy of their new relationship. "You need a doctor, not just to start walking around." Cynder gave her response of disapproval. "Nobody knows if were even alive." Spyro gave his side of the argument. "I wouldn't want what we have to be public." Cynder gave a panicked response. "But how else would you get the help you need?" It was a miracle Cynder was able to carry Spyro to the cave in which he resided. "Would you be willing to let this privacy go? I am if you are."
Spyro questioned his lover who was desperate for him to be healed of his wounds. "We'll figure something out. But for now, you need a doctor." Cynder responded to Spyro's negotiation. "Alright. Go. Do you even know where we are?" Spyro accepted their agreement. "We're at the other end of the Avalar valley, away from the town." Cynder gave their position to Spyro to ease his worry of her getting lost. "Well, go on." Spyro edged Cynder on her way. A flap of the wing and a flick of the tail, Cynder was away.