Gosh, maybe Daud should use some of the grandparent wisdom on his student so she doesn't go berserk at the mere mention of his name!

"Maybe the next batch of 'em will be somewhere in the middle." But for now, Aconite will have to deal with living in a shithole, stuck in a pen during the daylight hours Shura was gone. The dragonet continues to struggle and whine, and eventually Shura picks her up and dumps her back on the floor, reaching for one of the bare stems on the table and shoving it in her claws. Aconite whimpers again, but when Shura gives her a shove towards the pile of linens in the corner, Aconite grudgingly obeys the unspoken command and scampers off with the stem in claw, but not without a cranky growl.