“I did not know you were a Dragonlord!” She blurts that out as soon as he says his name and winces a little at how forward she’s being. What’s done is done, and he’s been usually easygoing, so she doesn’t apologize.

“But now that I am sure you are you, I suppose I can see some similarities. And hear them too, just a bit.”

Now that she’s waking up a bit more, she realizes that he gave her his coat, and she’s not so cold that she can’t give it back. It wouldn’t do to keep it, after all.

“Would you like your coat back?"