Jailla thought so highly of Tinanath’s rider that Micheth hadn’t had a second thought when he’d been asked to do something. His brother must be in the right; Jailla had a good head on her shoulders, even if she was a bit emotional.
She kept insisting that he befriend other dragons. He didn’t really see the point, but maybe if he did this thing for Tinanath...

Well, maybe. But he didn’t mind one way or the other.

So he was doing what Tinanath had tasked him with (he’d been assured that it was of the utmost importance, Really). Do you think he’ll do something for me, after I do this for him? He resented his rider’s response. He heard her giggle bubble into existence. He knew she didn’t think Tinanath would be very helpful. Maybe not, then. Oh well.