He remains silent in thought. Even as her hand rests on his snout, his eyes gaze blankly ahead of him. Three centuries without magic... He himself has been alive for 122 years. But... A sickening feeling hits his stomach as some of his memory returns. He had tried to break free, but something was missing. He could not gather the heat required to melt the ice. Does that mean...? He blinks a few times, only catching the last part of her offer to leave. His talons dig into the floor as he readies himself to stand, his body having eased up considerably.

[color=6ecff6]"If that is true... I must be over four hundred years old now."[/color] He's speaking more to himself than her as he lifts himself up. Water drips off of his scales and wings, temporarily filling the cave with what almost sounds like rain. Now that he is finally standing he has regained some of the dignity of his appearance, as opposed to the sad display earlier. He shakes his head quickly, flinging some water off of his horns. [color=6ecff6]"Though excuse my skepticism. I will need to see this all for myself."[/color] A long sigh escapes his mouth, coupled with an intense heat. He agrees that it's about time he left this cave.

Genrit'khaath smoothly exits the cave, dragging himself out the same way he has hundreds of times before. The warm air of the night prompts a small relieved sigh as he steps out into the open ground. The area around his home definitely looks the same, but the signs of change are definitely there. It's as though he has stepped into an alternate version of the world he once knew. A much older one. But this is only the immediate area that he can see, there is still so much more to investigate. His wings twitch as he feels compelled to fly, to see if what the half dragon had to say is true. It really can't be true...

But the pain still in his wings makes it clear that doing so will not be possible tonight. His body droops slightly while he looks around, temporarily forgetting about the presence of the small woman. He feels so lost in such a familiar environment. The pain and fear from earlier has clearly shaken him. To the point that he doesn't even stop to admire the ways his wet scales shine in the moonlight. He sits down on his haunches and looks up at the sky. Some white flame smolders out of the corners of his mouth as he contemplates recent events.