Inej has taken a few shifts with the baby dragons as well- she's even taken a liking to Anthusa in particular. The soft glow of the algae on their scales is pretty, and it's easy enough to carry the baby dragon when they get too tired.

Anthusa is curled up in her arms on the way back from some playtime, perking up with interest when the soft flute notes filter through the sanctuary. She recognizes the tune as one Wylan tends to favor and smiles softly.

"You like his music?" she asks the dragon softly, an amused purse to her lips. She takes the soft rumble her question earns as an agreement. Inej keeps walking until she finds her friend, "Me too," she nods and grins when Wylan finally comes into view.

The dragon wriggles out of her grasp and wanders closer to Wylan. Trilling a soft approving noise in the back of its throat, Anthusa chuffs softly and curls up next to him.

"Are you a dragon charmer now?" she asks, tipping her head slightly to one side, that amused smile still on her lips.