"Oh," she laughs a little when she turns to find the young man lifting the dragon off her back, "That one thought he was being clever, did he? Thank you."

She glances down at the dragons gathered in and around her lap, petting a couple of them as she thinks about how to answer his question. She knows she’s far from Ravka. This isn’t her world at all, she figured that out quickly enough. She’s not sure anyone here would know what a Grisha is.

"I can call light," she explains finally, "And these little babies seem particularly interested in things that are shiny."