Her green hair are a rarity even in her world and she got used to people looking at them... maybe it's something she inherited from her father? Anyway, she's still... staring. Sweet Leviathan, when he leans closer she can almost smell Kain. The summoner has to give herself a mental slap before she can speak again, a hand now rest on her bag as grim reminder that it's all in her head and the man she called 'friend' is in there.

"I realized that soon after I arrived here." And this world's dragons may be more violent an aggressive but perhaps they're just wary of possible hunters and trying to defend their nests. Anyway, she would love to see if she can approach one of them, someday. "Uhn... yes." she bites her lips- his family is connected to dragons and he takes pride in it, mh? Why, thank you fate, just right after she decided to leave her room and end her isolation! "My father is a dragon." There is a short pause "I mean... he's not the one who sired me but he still raised me so he is my father." At least she feels finally at ease talking about dragons with someone, Rydia almost misses how people just accepted the thing back home "Ah... my apologies, I can usually handle conversations a bit better, you just... really reminds me of a dear friend I recently lost."