[of course she would be. and that's not a matter of gumption; that was just a reality. kisara lived in fear because everyone feared who and what she was. she was used to running and hiding and ducking her head. but no longer. he wouldn't allow his dragon to shy away or to feel ashamed. blue-eyes was beautiful and so she was beautiful too.]

They're weaklings. So you shouldn't pay them any mind at all.

[the whelp doesn't seem too concerned about it, however, curling up against her chest and purring like a little engine. as promised, she's practically weightless, and softer and warmer than her scales would imply. her kin. one of her brood. a friend. stuffing his hands in his pockets, kaiba moves to pass.]

Hold onto her. Let's get you some new clothes so you're not running around in rags.