If you leave it to him to speak of on his own, it will never come up. More level-headed he might be now, but he’s still just as reticent to talk about his emotions. Though if she asks of the end of the war, that would be enough to prompt it.

“Nor your magic, nor I my jump. We are all expected to rely on these creatures.”

He looks at the Drampa with some interest, and now that he’s concentrating on it he can indeed pick up on some feelings – protectiveness mostly, hardly surprising. Their first creatures, especially, seem to be connected deeper somehow. He scratches Iceheart’s ears, and the Ninetales looks at her namesake with narrowed eyes, almost as if she can read the muted hostility. She is an intensely perceptive creature.

He nods in understanding, but there’s none of the disgust or anger that Ysayle might expect for him being told he’s in the same room with a dragon. “She is ice and fairy. Both are types that are in opposition to dragon in whatever passes for the wheel here.” Which might explain why Estinien the dragon slayer has something so cute and fluffy. Though…he reaches into his bag again and takes out a couple of balls, popping them open for his Dratini and Noibat to appear in flashes of light. “These two are dragon as well. I have others, though they are too large to release indoors.”

The Dratini makes a small sound and slithers forward to look up at Ysayle curiously, while the Noibat settles on Estinien’s shoulder with no hesitation.

“That device also facilitates communication with others here. Tis akin to a linkshell.”