Krasus is silent as she takes a moment to figure things out. No point in answering questions half-stuttered as she works out her thoughts. It's the last question that really gets him, though. He hesitates, and then he gently places a hand on her shoulder. For all the coldness in her being, he oozes warmth and life.

It's kind of disgusting, probably, but he is a red dragon and he isn't trying to mask his presence among peers.

"No, young one. The fault lies with me-- with the imperfect system we created to save all these worlds." His voice is strangely gentle. Krasus is a father and a mentor, and thousands of years doesn't change that. "If you wish to be angry at me, I will accept it. I only ask that you allow me to help you in whatever way I can."