Sleeping Dragon governed as it were by chance

She pipes a sound that Gavriel isn't sure how to interpret at first. He watches her own expression and his ears cup forward with a slight tilt of his head. Regardless off the word she did speak, he's able to chuckle a low rumble and loser his nose to boop her in the cheek. "Noni," he emphasizes then with a few thumps of his tail in hopes she'll try again. Watching them grow and learn has been something he's surprised himself about. It's different with his younger siblings, giving a hand when he could, but while he had responsibility over them, it's tenfold when it comes to his own seen sown.