He nodded, and watched the scene without a change in his expression, waiting for her to finish before pulling out the other eleven gems. "Deer or cow next?"<br/><br/>He kept popping open the gems without concern, though he had a damned good idea why dragons didn't breed that often, they would starve to death if they tried to bolster their numbers without callous concern toward the food supply. After the second live helping, he headed to the larder and came back with a massive slab of purple worm meat, and set it down in front of her, before putting the ten gems left within easy reach on a small stand so she would have them nearby when she started starving again. "So, I assume your mother already relayed my shock at the revelation to your condition?"