Llyr took a seat as instructed and nodded at the offer of tea. He observed Damion's burn with a wince, imagining how much it must hurt. "If only I were a bit faster, maybe you'd be in better shape. I've never seen anything like that before, took me completely by surprise," he said, as he was stroking Blodeuwedd. The hatchling seemed intrigued by her surroundings; she sniffed at the other dragons and slipped from Llyr's lap to greet; nudging Nebula as she approached. Llyr took the tea, wrapping both hands around the warm cup to calm himself. He looked up at the other two students, still wearing his fear on his face. "What do you think will happen now? Are we safe with a teacher like that?"<br/><br/>Moments later the Lore Master's message echoed in his ears. He finished his tea and thanked his guest. Promptly, he left for his own cave to pack the food supplies he had been given. Blodeuwedd squeaked as she was interrupted from her play with the new dragons, but was happy to go. Although she was not yet able to verbally communicate with Llyr, they had an emotional bond; she felt his fear during the incident at class and in turn he felt her worry for him. The closeness was comforting for the both of them.