He was glad to see the spear lifted out of threat position, and Isuma made a grateful reep towards Alina at the truce they seemed to have reached. The dragon rumbled agreement at the Fae warrior's statement, but given his lack of ability to chat without transforming into a far more poke-able shift he remained as he was for the moment.
He was glad to see the artwork rescued, and though the winged woman continued to grumble - he couldn't quite catch the words so much as a grumpy tone - he allowed some of the tension to relax from his body as he tilted his head to the side to watch her drying the lantern. A concerned note rumbled from his deep chest as he settled down nearby, stretching out between the trees a more respectful distance away while Isuma began to inch down his face to perch near the end of his nose, watching Alina with fascination once more.
He was glad to see the artwork rescued, and though the winged woman continued to grumble - he couldn't quite catch the words so much as a grumpy tone - he allowed some of the tension to relax from his body as he tilted his head to the side to watch her drying the lantern. A concerned note rumbled from his deep chest as he settled down nearby, stretching out between the trees a more respectful distance away while Isuma began to inch down his face to perch near the end of his nose, watching Alina with fascination once more.
