River gave him a sympathetic look, moving to his head so she could reach up and cup the very tip of his muzzle in her hands. "We'll find someone to help you here," she promised softly.
The riderless dragon who had accompanied them into the city touched down not far away and cocked her head at them curiously--at least, River was assuming the dragon was a "her"--she'd heard one of their escorts call her "Azalea", which seemed like an...oddly soft name for a dragon.
"You're a half-dragon?" The slender, icy white creature asked curiously, and despite the echoing thrum that accompanied most dragon's voices, she still seemed...soft-spoken. She was barely half Kahroan's size, if that, and she looked even smaller when she sat back on her haunches and wrapped her whip-like tail gracefully around herself.