[The dragon takes a mouthful of hair and chews before deciding that is very much not something to be eaten and spits it out, leaving Carlisle with a nice cowlick. It walks across his back to the opposite shoulder before jumping down to the ground and returning to the nest of still lit orbs.]

Yes. His name is Zenyatta. He helped me to become comfortable with time flowing forward again, rather than becoming stagnant in my bitterness and hate.