Jayati was awake now. Irritation and suspicion would do that to a dragon, especially when it happened in her home. Involving someone she was...Well, fond of might be a good word. A healthy mutual respect and rapport at the very least, surely.
If it hadn't been one of her books in his hand, she might have reached out to yank it from his hands. Because instructions and high level were words making her mind going down an undesirable path, and she was very much hoping he would prove that wrong. "I feel like I'm trying to get answers out of a teenager who snuck out their window at night. Will you get five percent closer to actually answering my question each time?" There was a thread in the back of her mind, about a coffee mug to the face, but she was too old for that sort of thing.