[ He's wearing a softer, warm expression as he watches the two of them, and the dragonlet, once achieving her perch of choice, does indeed settle down. There's a clawed paw that pats at Konoha's torso, then a long sigh, and a tailtip that twitches gently as the dragonlet settles in for a nap in the comforting presence of small Chroma loss and absorption. Nothing extra: just the normal shedding of energy that comes linked to the beautiful process of existing and being part of this world. ]

I believe she's in agreement.

[ Draconic tongues aren't easy to mimic, and the youngest ones don't have much that can coherently be understood, but they're certainly intelligent, and learn at an almost frightening rate. To go from hatchling to adult in one year is truly a phenomenal process. ]

As far as a disciple, no, no, nothing of the kind. A ward, yes, but I doubt she'll be inclined to follow the path of cultivation which I instructed my disciples on back home.

[ Not that he'd mind... he misses aspects of teaching he never really thought he'd miss. Including the many times of telling misbehaving disciples to go run laps around the mountain. It's good for character. Also excessive energy levels. ]