"I think they're naming him after his keeper. I was not really the main caretaker for her since she is very old and has some rather serious health issues," he said, heading into her flat. "Everyone was really surprised that the baby turned out all right. We've... they've... been very attentive about making sure all goes well. We certainly do not want to lose this, but I think laying the egg put the mother in a very rough spot. She's been drained of all her energy. Hopefully she makes it through."
It was very difficult to see a dragon die, it seemed almost impossible for it to happen. Charlie was not looking forward to it, though it was inevitable.
Looking around, Charlie slipped his jacket off and hung it up. It had been quite a while since he was last in Hestia's flat—and it looked as though she did a bit, or a lot, of redecorating. "Need help with lunch?" he asked. Charlie was not terrible at cooking and preparations, but it was not something he spent a lot of time trying to master.