[ The breath gets an immediate grimace from Claude since even if it's something he's used to? Wyvern breath still isn't the greatest. That it's raw meat is still more pleasant than fish which was what some of the other wyverns preferred as a treat now and then from his memories, so it could be worse. The shake to his arm is convincing enough to open his eyes, and sure enough: There's Buri in all of his quarrelsome scaly self glaring back at them. ]

Would you look at that. [ Nothing short of a marvel in his voice as he reaches one hand up meaning to scratch beneath the wyvern's chin and promptly gets a small hiss of declination in response which Claude has to laugh at. ] Well then, he's certainly all here in fine form. Maybe we should post a warning for anyone visiting since I'm sure he'll be happy to greet them in his own special way otherwise.

[ Which begs the question: do they have to start over in gaining Buri's trust? Is that how any of this works? It hadn't been needed for his wyvern but he'd been the only one in charge of that; if he'd accidentally dropped too many argumentative wyvern memories in there then maybe he's responsible for it. All the more reason for Claude to conjure up one of the buckets used to feed the aerie's residents complete with those preferred snacks inside of it which immediately gets one very curious gaze on the both of them. ]

At least he's consistent. You know how many buckets like this I had to bring in until he stopped trying to take my arm off? Too many, that's for sure.