Castiel watched as Hiccup began to back out of the cave and frowned slightly, despite her surprise of hearing he was not just very important in his village, but he was chief of his village. It made her, in a way, feel kind of....unworthy? She was never much in her own village. The daughter of a baker and a solider. They were definitely on the lower end of the scale when it came to vikings, but at least they had still been vikings. They had been very displeased with her since she was a young child. She was not viking like at all. She had no chance of moving up in the world. No chance of making them proud. At least the other born to people like her parents could make something of themselves. They could fight. She couldn't and never would. She was the lowest of the low in her village.

What if she had been the daughter of a chief? Would things had turned out different for her? Maybe It made sense for things to turn out so well for him and Toothless if he had been future chief when the met the dragon. But maybe it was also a matter of the people in their villages. Her village was known for being some of the most brutal of their kind. But, either way, here she was; born of lowly standards, outcasted from her village(almost killed by her own people on top of that), physically weak, socially awkward, and probably having a lot of other things wrong with her. And here he was; not the strongest, but still strong and agile, handsome, chief of his village, loved by people and dragons, and, in her eyes, all together perfect. 

She rubbed her arm and averted her gaze, doing her best to smile through her thoughts, "Morning should be good. I'm sure Toothless will enjoy your company for a few more hours anyway." She looked up at Aurora and sighed, leaning lightly against the dragoness, in attempt to sleep, yet, sleep wouldn't come. She just stared up at the ceiling of the cave in thought, silently frowning now as even her dragon drifted off into a sleep.