Kit snorted and grumbled something about full size or not being perfectly capable of taking one overly-confident, wet-behind-the-ears adventurer, thank you very much. Kiara shot him a Look and he subsided, plopping his head down onto his front paws.
"Gods' teeth, kitten, you're lucky it was just us," she laughed, turning back to Grav. "A proper dragonrider might've slit you navel to nose just for the audacity."
She found herself, quite irrationally, blushing a bit as it seemed to be his turn to smirk. "Hold your horses, lad. I just told him about our little run-in with the lovely locals, that's all."
Which was true. She may have mentioned a slight--very slight--admiration for his confidence, even if it seemed a bit misplaced. She couldn't help it! It was oddly endearing.
"Anyway! Suppose proper introductions are in order, yeah?" She gestured between man and dragon. "Kit, this is Grav. Grav, this is my partner, Kittsareyn." Smiling crookedly, she added, "And as you can see, we're not much interested in ravaging the countryside."