Oh! Well that makes sense then. I was going to say, a toothless dragon doesn't sound that terrifyin'.

[She herself hasn't eaten since playing in the river with her mum, and even then that was cut short because of her mother being taken over by the bear's instincts, due to stories about eating in the company of faeries. Her own hazy ale-induced state is woken with food, her stomach growling as she takes another bite, raising an eyebrow.]

Ye made friends with th' beast ye shot down? [There's a first, even among Scots.] Right. Red leather fin an' retractable teeth. You two certainly are a pair.