Blizzard tipped his head at the dagger, momentarily enthralled by its strange nature as electricity arched across the metal as it would a seashocker’s scales. But he’d seen a similar art of weaponry before- and as such he blinked away his stupid daze. How dare he become awed like a simple nadder… Fooled by a well crafted blade. He would stand but heeded his mother’s advice about humans and their unease around members of their own race that walked around without any extra skin covering their first. Not that he understood it but he did not need her running away now. “That’s what I said.” He confirmed with a bit of drawl as if she was a mere hatchling that couldn’t understand the obvious. But then he’d already told her he could help her, there was no need to repeat.

“I have another form.” He continued on a lighter note, tipping his gaze to look to one high corner of his cell- seemingly in thought. “I heard you say that you would like to fly away on a dragon but are afraid one would bite your hand off. In my other form I have no teeth though.” It was a half lie so technically… it was still a partial truth. He didn’t feel the least bit bad about it. “In exchange for my freedom from this cell, I can fly you away from here.”