[Look, she just thinks Master Shen is naturally graceful and elegant, like a beautiful wind spirit... or a court lady! Er, court noble... man! So she thanks him for taking over the duties she ought to be doing as hostess and turns her attention back to his draconic ward in his absence, cradling it close in the pouch of her kimono where it curls against her belly and lower chest.

... Oh no, even her snores are cute. Like a little steamy snuffle!!!]

Those are good, thanks... Here, I can at least do the pouring...

[A liquor bottle stopper is no match for her muscles! And now that she has cups she pours them both a glass, passing him his with a smile before she lifts her own, her now free hand returning to support the dragonling as if gently cradling a human-style pregnant belly, not even aware of how ironic that would be in, oh, say... two weeks.]

Are the mountains in the dragon lands anything like the mountains Master Shen is used to?

[Because... his world sounded kind of like hers, and if they were kind of like hers... She kind of wanted to get a head start on that whole... becoming a woman of the mountain thing.]