Bette
*The speed she heard him eat at was telling of his physical state, and the fear, no, the terror, he felt, enough to try and hide himself under a crate in an alleyway... Her mind raced at the possible reasons, she didn't see anyone matching his description in any warrants, and they passed by her desk often for stamps, unlikely that they missed her every single time.*

*Did someone hurt him, someone close to him? The betrayal of trust could result in some of them, she'd seen it enough, but it didn't fully fit... They would find a safe place, and stay there, this almost certainly wasn't that... As he peeked out, and growled at her, the look in his eyes gave her pause, she had never seen a dragon holding as much fear in their heart as him. The growl was, as admittedly cute as it was worrying,* "You need to growl from your diaphragm if you want it to be scary, not the throat," *She says, a classic technique, distract them with talking, lessen the fear, reduce the risk of injury for both guard and civilian.*

*She lowered herself to the ground, bringing herself to eye level with him, it was hard to mask how worried she was for the scared dragonet, but, she did her best to give him the softest smile she could, despite how much it hurt her muscles to move from their usual permanent scowl, she placed her claw on the ground, facing up, and held out to him,* "My name is Snowstorm, what is yours?"
Mary
Her comment confused him, cutting his growl off. What did she want? Why would she advise him? Was she... Like him? Would she understand- or would she berate him? He narrowed his eyes in suspicion, the suspicion clawing off the earlier quizzical expression, growl discontinued though jaw loose.

 As she began to lower herself, a sudden growl escaped his maw, teeth bared and posture straightening as he flinched away, head still low to the ground. Yet she smiled. Not only that- she revealed something as personal as her name. *Snowstorm,* He repeated in his mind, wondering if he had heard it once before, as per his father's previous work. His father said minimal words compared to others, so it was unlikely, yet those words carried importance, for they were less spoken.

He didn't realise the tension in his talons, glancing down at them and straining to loosen the tension, it being sore afterwards. He glanced back at Snowstorm. He didn't speak.

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Bette
"See? That is good posture for a growl," *She said, her size, and decades of combat training, left her rather unafraid of the dragonet's threat display, but she did realize she was worrying him, and slowed her motion, while shifting to her side, she already knew with a push from her wings, he wouldn't make it to the next turn before she was close enough to catch his tail at the very least, so she was free to take a relaxed, non-threatening stance.*

*It was possible that he may have heard of the name, mostly due to her tenure, having been a General for quite possibly his entire lifetime,* "Do not worry, I have no intention of hurting you, nor reason or anything to gain from doing so. I only wish to talk, and make sure you are alright."