That would be me, a voice behind him replies, as Aviendha teleports in next to him, eyes going wide in shock at the silver's patron.<br/><br/>Behind him stands a stately-looking half-dragon; even if he couldn't sense the divine power washing off of him, he'd likely be awestruck, simply by the dignified and impressive way he carries himself. Draiss can, of course, see his true form, that of a massive, and equally dignified, full-blooded silver dragon. He meets Draiss' eyes, directly, not smiling, but not annoyed-looking, either. "I wish to thank you, for protecting my child. While I was hoping she might be able to stand up on her own, I also accept that, perhaps, she is too young yet, for such a task." "I-I could have handled it, grandfather," she protests.