Era read his surprise as disapproval. She nervously tried to explain herself. "Well, my mother used to tell me a lot of stories. And I miss them. I've my books, but I've read them so many times now. I don't even know where I could get more books. I don't - I'm not picky. You could just talk if you liked. It would just...be nice to talk to someone again."
Era was looking as sheepish and shy as a dragon could. She fidgeted and brushed at the ground before her. Nor could she maintain eye contact with the man before her. She knew she was acting young, but dammit, she was so bitterly lonely.