Kit growled, a sound that would have seemed threatening to anyone who didn't know him—by this point, the dragon assumed that Grav could tell the difference between his "you're irritating me" growl and his "I'm about to roast you" growl.
"I admit nothing," he sniffed, glancing back across the square out of a habitual need to keep Kiara in sight.
His rider seemed to have acquired her glass of cider and was heading back toward them, when one of the villagers caught her attention with a small wave. Kit couldn't make out specifics over the general cheerful noise of the festival, but the young man gestured to Kiara's new flower crown with a friendly sort of laugh. She went a little rosy but laughed herself, shaking her head, and responded with a smile.
The young man laughed again and said something that made her blush darken a few shades. She nodded and gave him a little wave before heading back toward Grav and Kit.
"Here." She held a cup out for Grav, then said to Kit, "I asked the vendor if he can save a barrel for you for later."