There. Kitty set her tool down and took the happy little dragon into her palm, watching him shake out his newly repaired metal wings in delight before he ran up her arm and settled on her shoulder and nuzzled her neck. "Aw, you're welcome," she smiled, moving on to the last of her evening tasks before she closed the bookstore for the day. Maybe she could finish up early; that is, if she didn't get lost in a book. Again. Balancing a set of books against the crook of her arm, Kitty pushed the sliding ladder to the far end of a bookcase, then climbed to the top of it and began shelving while her dragon left her shoulder and perched himself on top the shelf to watch from above.