As told, Talia sticks her hand out, surprised when Wrath touches her hand with his bony muzzle. After a couple minutes Talia looks over to the five headed dragon. She wonders how they manage to coexist. Talia grins and roles her eyes when four of the heads blame it on the black one. The two dragons fighting remind her of her sisters. "I think you will get along with my family once you meet them. I have seven sisters and sadly lack any brothers. Perhaps mother's next child shall be a baby boy." Her stomach rumbles as they get closer to the dining hall, reminding her that she hadn't ate for a while. Talia nods her thanks when Doragon pulls her chair out for her.