Dust nods glad that he didn't get a punch in the face from her. "Yes I am. I'm looking for the healing master. Do you know where she is by any chance?" He speaks carefully not want to anger her again. "Oh sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Dust." He sips his hand in his pocket pulling Golden out. "And this is Golden. She kind of my only friend." when he says this his ears drop and gains a sad look on his face. The bird flaps her wing saying "Pretty! Pretty!" Which makes Dust laugh and cheer up a little as he puts her back in his pocket. "Yes, yes we know your pretty. We don't need you to rub it in our faces." He looks back at Vestia bearing a small smile. "What's your name?"