"I know," she said, getting that gesture. Or hoping she had. "I think there's a bug going around and everyone is getting sick," she said, moving closer. If they were both already sick, then the only thing she had to worry about was fire but, honestly, Cassie was taking the chance. How could she not when there was a dragon here. A wee, cute, sickly dragon.

"Do dragons normally get sick?" She was not sure why she thought the dragon understood her, but maybe because she was reacting to the questions she assumed she understood the human language. "I bet we can find a vet around here. Or a doctor. Or whatever it is you need," she said, ever the Librarian and trying to help."

She stopped, smiling slightly. "I'm not too bad. I don't know. They warned me I could get sick a lot, because of my body," she admitted, thinking about her brain tumor.