Aconite is very pleased to have pinned Alistair down, and she’ll let out a long trill, a baby’s war cry. But she’ll come off of him, skittering off to the side so Alistair will chase her. In her excitement, she runs right into the wall.

At least the room doesn’t smell. Shura’s paying attention for all that she’s hollering, if only because it’s an instinct to know where all of the exits and entrances were. There’s a distant thump in the background as Aconite runs into the wall, but since sad little dragonet crying doesn’t follow, she doesn’t worry.

“Are you a kid? Just because you say somethin’ stupid doesn’t make it real!” If Shura knew how cute Strange found this, she’d kill him dead.