Asta found herself smiling a bit, entirely enchanted by the tiny dragon. Perhaps she should have been more intrigued by her strange rescuer, but honestly he was just...something so far beyond her ability to currently process that her mind seemed to be focusing on the strangeness that she could comprehend.
"I didn't even know her kind existed until I was in that place," she murmured, reaching up to the teacup dragon with one finger. She sniffed at the offered finger, nibbled on the tip, then cheeped and rubbed her cheek along Asta's hand.
The shapeshifter laughed quietly, scratching under her jaw. As though still speaking to the dragon, she asked, "So you aren't, then? Mortal, I mean."