The strong display of allegiances to good-aligned gods definitely soothed the dragon, more than anything else, though Devaguea's declaration of being a duke certainly caught her off-guard - one didn't need to be an expert in reading dragon facial expressions to see the confusion, concern, and doubt on her face. Though, with how the others deferred to him, she seemed to at least accept the idea, for the moment.<br/><br/>At the offer, she bowed her head. "I accept your hospitality. I am afraid I will need to adopt the form of an animal, as I do not suspect my elven shape will have retained any clothing," she said. If he had no objections, then she would change her appearance into that of a human-sized, silver-feathered bird of prey, to follow the group of them out.