[Cynder doesn't respond immediately, head tilting slightly to look around. It's certain she's thinking about what she's been told about the Blackflight, and weighing it against what she knew of dragonkind. 'Touched' was a nice way of saying 'completely out of your mind' back home, did that apply here?

If it did, she was in very dangerous territory and would have to watch her step far, far more than she'd hoped for. Sharp tempers and volatile minds made for dangerous combinations.]

I ... see. I'll be sure to avoid as many as I can.

[She'll observe though, from whatever she thinks is a safe distance, perhaps under the cloaking effects of Stealth. Watching, listening and waiting may give her an idea of which ones are safe to approach. It figured.. she finally finds a friendship with her own kind, then gets dragged to a foreign world full of dragons ... and the ones she was to stay with were mad.]

I will.. have to see how tough my scales are in comparison to the armor of this place, I guess..

[Not that she was looking forward to it, because as far as Cynder is concerned there's really only one way to find that sort of thing out. Her head swivels again as the Master is addressed, then looks back to Surion. ... Then back to the Master.]

I can step away if you'd like, then you can speak freely. I have ... a lot to think about.

[Polite still. If the Master had questions of his own but didn't want to share them she wouldn't be nosy. Not yet, not while she's still fairly sure he's a Nice Guy. That would just be rude.]