Lina, like before, collapsed onto the bed as soon as she climbed upstairs—this little she-dragon had eaten meat that weighed about half as much as her Grassland Elf appearance.
"You'd better fly around the balcony for a while, or you'll get fat really quickly," Durin advised while he began to prepare the imaging device.
"Anyway, I have you to feed me," the little she-dragon remarked, belching afterward.
"If you break the bed, I'll send you back to your father to give you a good beating," Durin threatened.
"Ah! How annoying, are you my dad or what!" the girl grumpily got out of bed and flapped her wings as she flew toward the balcony.
"When I took over the care of his lovely daughter from your dad, I didn't plan on returning a perfectly round, fattened ball of a daughter to him," Durin said on his side.
"Huh, am I cute?" The little she-dragon, having already reached the balcony, grabbed the doorframe and poked her head out in surprise when she heard Durin say that.
