Raphael couldn't take it anymore. "Kick his ass Emilimon!" he shouted up to the two airborn combatants. This didn't really do much, but at least he was being supportive. After about three more hours of Kratos 'helping' Emily control her flying, Kratos landed back in the courtyard. "Alright, that's enough flying for now. Let's take a lunch break, shall we?"<br/><br/>Raphael then asked an important, and admittedly well thought out question. "Well wont we need to get different food now that Emilimon has a dragon's stomach?"<br/><br/>Kratos smirked, pretty much guessing Emily's reaction to his next statement. "Well she's going to be enjoying a lot more protein, that's for sure! would you rather go hunting, or do I need to fetch some raw lamb chops from the cellar?" Seeing her expression, he said, "Relax, I don't think you're ready to hunt yet. The raw meat thing still stands though. You are going to be needing it. Dragon's diets are different than human ones. that's why Raph always has milk around here. He has a cat's digestive system." He laughed heartily. Raphael glanced at him strangely again. It wasn't normal for him to be around his master when he was happy. Or when he made jokes for that matter. not that he was complaining. He pulled Rylie aside as Kratos laughed a bit at Emily's reaction.<br/><br/>"Hey Rylie, you know you make him really happy, right? I just wanted to thank you for that." Then without thinking he added, "Have you always had those horns?" pointing to her forehead, where just below her hair, two smal horns could be seen poking out from under her bangs.