Ryuuko waited, holding the toy that Alicia had given her in her arms. Patience wasn't necessarily a trait attributed to dragons, but she could wait for it. The attack on her room had been deliberate. Calculated. He knew that it would affect her, though he likely didn't realize to the extent it did. A dragon's hoard was something that went beyond the understanding of most. Not even the most obsessed humans could quite understand what a hoard meant to a dragon.
"His name is Dragonite," Ryuuko corrected, and he accepts your apology. As do I." She had already apologized for almost killing him and she didn't see the point in repeating herself. She still had yet to fully understand that killing someone wasn't about her losing her place at the school or with Blake. One day she might. Some things may be beyond her comprehension though, such as acknowledging or attributing any intelligence to what she would hunt.