Kintla Flatlands Unconditional

When she tried to reassure him, Peregrine gave Osprey a suspicious look. Was she downplaying the matter as less serious than it really was... or did she just look way worse than she felt? After a long moment, he decided his only option was to believe her. The way he looked at her said it all: I trust you. And as her brother, he naturally clung to the idea that it was nothing worse than exhaustion. All things considered, Osprey had gotten off lightly by the sound of it.

When she rested her head on his back, Peregrine shifted to make sure she was comfortable. She closed her eyes but did not sleep, instead asking for more details about the dragon in his story. His heart still wasn't really in it—and he'd never been as good of a storyteller as his sister anyway—but for her, he would try.

"Um, I imagine he'd see the caldera and think to himself that it was a great pot for making soup. He'd find a bunch of ingredients—trees and bushes for their fiber, entire herds of deer for their protein—and toss it in the pot. Then he'd breathe fire to its base to heat up the soup. I bet a nice bowl of stew would do you wonders right now," Peregrine mused, his nose grazing the top of Osprey's silver head.