"It's one of the nice things about being here, I think. Getting to learn so much about different places. Like that friend for instance--all members of her species were raised by different animals and creatures. She was blind, but could smell color, which helped her 'see'."

...Okay, that particular friend might have been weirder than most.

The dragon spits out Claire's fingers, only to roll over on her back, making a pleased sort of noise.