Kiara couldn't keep the corner of her mouth from twitching in the threat of a smiled as recognized her, though she managed to wrangle the expression back under control quickly.
Flipping her dagger casually to catch it by the hilt, she slid it back into the sheath on her hip--still easy to draw, but for now matching his unarmed state--and leaned back into one hip as she folded her arms over her chest. Her expression went flat, steely.
"Whaddya think, Kit?" She didn't look at the dragon, but tipped her head fractionally in his direction. "Worth the indigestion?"
Picking up on her game, the dragon settled back on his haunches and yawned dramatically. "The shiny ones never go down easy," he grumbled, snorting smoke.
"Mmm." Kiara looked Grav up and down again, as though considering. Then she smiled, letting her stance relax and her arms drop to her sides. "Breathe, kitten. Long as you keep that blade sheathed, we don't have a problem."
Kit chuckled quietly, the sound like crackling embers, and settled back down into his little hollow, carefully folding his injured wing back into his side. "This is the guy, then?"
"Yup." Kiara cocked her head the other way, half a smirk twitching at her lips. "So. You came alone? To potentially fight a dragon?"