"Brave?" Nessie's brow furrowed slightly and she shook her head. She'd never thought of what she did as brave, it was simply what she'd grown up with and knew. Dragons weren't scary to her, just what she was raised to do. "They vary," she explained, "But all under two years. After that they are too old for the nursery...and too big." Though she'd love to keep caring for her dragons after that point, by then there were generally new hatchlings that needed caring for.
Nessie's eye followed Brigid's to the bottle and then watched her flag down the waiter before her smile faltered. She'd already forgotten she didn't have any more gold on her. "A stout, please. Cheers, Brig," she answered, smiling sheepishly.