"Maybe they have to grow into it?" She turns her face toward the dragon on her shoulder, lets it paw at her bangs and sniff at her face, icy cold snout pressing insistently against her cheek. "Are you a baby? Are you a cute little tiny baby dragon?"

She brings her hands up to hover protectively around the creature, wary of unseating it and causing it to fall, since it apparently really can't fly. Sort of hop. Slow its descent a tiny bit. Kind of like a chicken. "Is that what dragons do in your world? Amass gold and eat people?" She's talking to Kabal again, but her attention is pretty evenly split. Her new little squamous pal is just too sweet to ignore.