It's probably unfair, given that Adalia herself doesn't seem to be all that much older than Little Elf Girl, that that petulant "nothing!" only makes Adalia's smile widen — teenagers are adorably pissy about everything, and it's nice to be able to see it in someone else rather than hate it in herself. When her attention is drawn to Charis instead, though, is when Adalia's smile goes blinding, and she pats the table in front of her. Charis alights there with a soft cooing noise, beginning to curl up to resume his nap.

"As much as a dragon can be anyone's, Charis is mine, yes. I rescued his egg from being destroyed, and now I suppose you could call me his parent, kind of."

Adalia reaches out and scritches behind the small horn growing back from Charis' head, and he leans into the touch, almost seeming to purr.

"He sleeps where I sleep, and for the moment that's in the Gallows. He's going to get big enough eventually I'll have to find somewhere else, but for now, and for the next few months at least, he should remain small enough the Gallows should do us fine. Do you want to touch him? He's very friendly, and if you don't trust that, very sleepy at the moment. He won't bite."