"Aye, and they've been leaving insects all over me in my sleep," he huffs. "I thought them children, at first, but then one of them claimed to already be a father."

He's gotten the idea that the dragons here are not exactly like what he's used to, but the similarities are hard to ignore. It makes him wonder if they do have a brood father or mother.

He didn't actually pick up on her initial discomfort, not particularly good at recognizing such subtleties, but he is curious what her thoughts on it are. Is it unusual for the small ones to be friendly?