Hiccup. That was who gave him the name and it was a smug thought because the poor man had the most pathetic name of the generations before him- he’d given many dragons better names than he’d ever been graced himself. But Ava wasn’t really asking and it was better he didn’t bring up her true father just yet. “Well, I will go into the village and get the extra skin your kind wear over the first.” He’d seen them stripped of it before and understood that it was not their own flesh that they were peeling away. He could get this himself so she would not be so bothered by looking at him. He didn’t like that she would rarely meet his eyes when they spoke. “You don’t have to come.” He had added thickly at her reluctance though he should have known by her expression that she was lost deep in her thoughts.

He leveled a look of impatience upon her though she couldn’t be expected to get why he was still here. He shouldn’t think she would rush into a memory so old and miraculously remember everything. Or even just him. Rather than glare any longer he turned his gaze up and away from her, quirking his lips and grumbling: “because I feel like it.”

A dragon did not need to explain one’s self.