Dragoncrest Cliffs just know that you don't know

Tirgatao's heart swelled when Arlo is calmed by her words and decides to settle in beside her. The situation was less complex than she made it out to be; it simply required the both of them to participate and keep an open mind. But because she came from roots that dictated she protect her own above all others, it made it far more difficult to simply accept, without question, the changes in Drageda. The pale woman was glad for Arlo. His youth and innocence on the history of Seageda offered her a perspective, and an ear, that she couldn't find in anyone else (save for maybe Melchior). 

She extended her nose to nudge him fondly before she, too, lay her head on her paws. She kept her eyes fixated on him for a time, pondering. "You'll thrive here, of that I have no doubt." She rumbles softly to him before closing her eyes and shifting her head around until she finds a comfortable spot; draped over one leg with her chin resting on the ground. The last thing she remembers before drifting off to nap was Arlo's strong heartbeat thrumming against her own.