[Toothless rumble-purrs again, his eyes big as he gave an overall feeling of an enormous puppy. Since it seems that Cynthia is about done playing, he figures she's telling him to run along. Stepping back, if a little reluctantly, the dragon looks at her again before he turns and trots off. Since flaming the deck for a warm spot is apparently frowned upon, the dragon supposes he'll go nap in the galley.]
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