Daine nods as Kitten sits up a bit straighter in her arms. "Dragons can travel between realms. Where I'm from, there's the divine realms, the mortal realm, the Black God's realm - where humans go when they die - and the Dream King's realm. A dragon could go to any of those places, though they live in the divine realms and don't seem all that inclined to leave." She readjusts her grip on the little dragon and sighs before continuing, "I'd thought that was all the realms there were until the rift got me. But if there are oodles of 'em, maybe that's why it took Kitten so long to track me down."

The dragon nods, and Daine notices for the first time that her scales are edged in a blue so pale it's almost white. "It's tiring her," she says with a frown, running her finger down Kitten's neck. Kitten snorts indignantly; she'd rather be admired for managing something clever than pitied because it's worn her out a little.