[Scintilla seemed perfectly content to let the silence pass by--or at the very least 'less like a newborn dhalmel trying to find its legs' when she wasn't speaking. But she halted beside Ysayle, pushing her spectacles more firmly into place as she watched the sight unfold.]

Expect he ain--hasn't seen their like before. Twelve forfend the terrifying Azure Dragoon be confronted with something cute and fluffy.

[A pause, then with a mischievous flick of her tail:]

Maybe he's allergic. I ought to be worried, in that case.