What a polite little dragon. You’d hardly think she was under Shura’s care at all. Gravely, Daud leans down to take the fruit he’s being offered, murmuring a quiet thanks before he accepts it and straightens up. He won’t be as quick to pop it into his mouth as Aconite was.

“No, she doesn’t.” And he doubts she’d be happy if she knew, likely to consider this to be unnecessarily meddlesome, but he won’t tell if Shura doesn’t.