“Probably not in the same way you did,” she answered vaguely. “It depends on the dragon.” She collected the bag pack from the side of the room and handed it to Spike, who took it from her. “Some see abstract concepts. Others lost relatives or ancestors. You must be pretty exceptional to see the All-Father in the flesh.” She gave him another brilliant smile, which made him feel all strange inside. Ember should have smiled more often; she had a beautiful smile for a dragon. “Then again, considering everything you’ve been through, perhaps I shouldn’t be surprised.” 