Kavia is dubious.

"Well, I'll fetch you for breakfast tomorrow anyway, in case you..." Quick, think of an excuse. "...get lost, or oversleep, or something. Mal says I'm supposed to look after you since I'm the one who brought you here." 

"Oh- I-" He dithers for a moment. "-If you want? I can- I'd be okay?"

"I don't mind." She shrugs. "I mean, it's more interesting than what I normally do with my time." 

"Oh. Well- If it helps then? I- I guess it would be- good?"

"Great!"

...probably Kavia should come up with something intelligent or at least reassuring to say next, but she's distracted watching Tyau eat. In her defence, it's very cute. 

Tyau doesn't really seem to expect conversation! And seems to take her at her word that she's okay with doing that? Also, he might be slightly distracted by the food, which is definitely better than he's eaten in a while, and also more than he's used to.

Soooo cuuuuute! Tiny baby dragon munching away at his food all happy and content! 

...is it racist to think baby dragons are cute? Probably not, she thinks human toddlers are cute too. Very small creatures are just objectively adorable, alright, Kavia doesn't make the rules. 

He does eat quickly (maybe a little too quickly, although he does keep purposefully slowing himself down), and a little like he's not completely expecting it not to be taken away. Still, he can't quite finish all the food, and seems a little nervous about that, sneaking glances towards Kavia, and not very clear on what he's supposed to do.

It takes her a minute to notice him slowing down, but then: 

"Are you done for now, do you wanna save the rest for later? Uh, I think there's a cold storage chest in here somewhere..."

She looks around. "—yeah, here it is." 

The runic carvings on the front are inactive and dull, just lines in the wood, but it only takes a touch to make them glow with a gentle blue-white light. "You wanna put the rest in here when you're done?" 

Mild flinch, but-

"-Th- That's okay?"

Shrug. "Uh, yeah? I mean, this wouldn't be here if we didn't want you using it." 

"...Oh." He sounds confused, and his brow furrows a little. "I- thank you. That's- thank you." He takes a couple more bites, before admitting defeat, and carefully carrying the remains over to the box.

"You know," Kavia says, trying to make it sound casual, "we could maybe get you some more food to keep in here, so you don't have to go all the way down to the kitchens every time you want a snack." 

He goes still, briefly, and then looks back at her, crouching down slightly more. "I-- would that-- is that-- Won't get in trouble for it?"

"No, of course not! Does that mean you like that idea?" 

He taps his claws together, and then nods, very rapidly, but with tiny head movements. "--Nice to-- nice to know, that I don't-- that it's there?"