Ione's description is fascinating on one level, still distressing on another. Reshad grabs for a metaphor and seizes on 'filters.' So, like particulates on a space station, maybe, and her gloves keep the worst of the dust from getting to unprotected skin.

"I do hope it'll ease working with us," she agrees. "And we must take precautions not to become a tool to hurt him further." There are questions -- so many questions! -- but that, she'd read loud and clear. She listens to the rest, and Sasha's comments, with one hand in the nest. Waiting for a touch that finally does come, a little faerie dragon curious or hungry. She scoops it up and pops a bit of goop into the crimson gape.

"I'm concerned, and not all of it is for him." She turns wide eyes on Sasha for a moment, then glances back down at the hatchling. Bright red scales adorn the hungry little creature, and she smiles at it, a sudden change of expression.

"He threw over his oaths to leaders he considered unworthy. Not easily, I don't think, but once done is easier done again."

"Nor do I think he has context to understand your existing bonds." She waits, but her serious mood is again interrupted as she gives the nipping hatchling another mouthful of paste.