"I guess." He hums, a noncommittal sound, and says nothing more for several beats of his heart. His and Makka's hearts, really; that's one more phenomena he's witnessed, considering how he and Makka share a bed most nights. Which wasn't so different than his life with Makkachin, a century before, but infinitely more strange.

"I wonder what the dragons would have made of all this. Can't imagine they would have been willing to share the skies, at least no easily. Not with such freedom for the three cities."