Vrael nodded in greeting to Melora, recognizing the humanish girl she'd met before. And a new one that was talking about her in third person. There was something very strange about him. "I am Vrael," she said, her head dipping low, perhaps to bow, perhaps to get a better look at the strange creatures. "What are you?" It wasn't meant to be rude, exactly.
"He's my boyfriend," Melora answered, reaching for Aedan's hand. "And he's.. um.. The reason I smell like dragons." They couldn't try to trick her, certainly.