When Thorinn put his hand on Cayden’s shoulder, there was an audible squeak. One that was most definitely not a mouse. Cayden met the dragon’s gaze. The halfling was shaking like a leaf, but he managed to get out a small smile.

“I - I’m sure you aren’t, I just... I don’t know you, you don’t know me, and I’m not really that good around new people. Especially when they’re scaly giants that can breathe lightning. I’m not even four feet tall, you know. And I usually keep to myself.”