"I suppose I can be patient for a little while longer," she replied, mimicking the gesture, as they walked through the halls, clearly built with a dragon's size, in mind. The humans around their feet scurried out of the way, as Tyra led the way through the halls, paying them no mind, as she showed off her wealth and power; nothing was excessive, and Draiss would notice that everything, even the artwork, was also utilitarian, in its own way; concealing defenses, hidden passages, or other, useful things.