Well. She's right. She checked three times, there's no doubt to it.
"Look," she mutters to herself, "I get it, it's scary, but deal. You are not allowed to - to -" To what? Go home? Maybe try to work up the courage later? Maybe try and avoid the shren house like so many other dragons?
It was a door. It's idiotic to be afraid of a door. Sure, there were shrens on the other side of it, but there could conceivably be shrens on the other side of lots of doors, some of them were in hiding, hair dye existed. Subtle colors existed. She could have been near shrens any number of times.
That - did not actually make her fear go away. Instead it makes her want to curl up in her little apartment and not go outside again.
Great. Okay. Stop that train of thought, it's not useful. If she stands here any longer, people are going to stare. (Is that person over there staring? Probably. Damn.) Just - door. Go. Walk.
She forces herself to walk to the door, somewhat stiffly. And then she is at the door. ... Does she knock? Does she just open it and go in? She has no idea. It's customary to knock, so... She takes a deep breath and does so. Resisting the urge to flee and teleport away (or scamper into the bushes) isn't easy, but she manages it.
"Um," she says, because she didn't actually write out what she would say for fear of it being too impersonal and stilted. She fidgets a bit. "Maybe, I'm doing some research and I thought it would be a good idea to er. Look at shrens. For the research?"
"I," she says, in a rush, "am trying to figure out why baby dragons die. And stop it. And er, shrens always live."
"Um. Sorry. Shrens in general, you are - um, you seem very nice, you are not personally scary." Pause. "... Okay, maybe a little. I'm kind of nervous."
"I am trying not to," defends Avet. "Really. I - sorry, I'm working on it. I - I have analysis spells, as many as I could find, I've read up on the subject. Nothing's - helpful. I don't plan on, on, doing horrible things or poking the babies while they're -" She looks away. "I just." Handwave. "Wizard spells, magic, maybe talk to a witch expert and see if they have thoughts on the matter besides painkillers."
"I don't actually want an infant," she says. "Or. Not at first, it's not like whatever it is shrens have that makes them shrens goes away. It's likely pointless to even touch the babies, unless they were very young. So, adults are fine as anything else."
It is a long list, all of them wizard spells, and none of them actually harmful (or even uncomfortable). Many of them have been tried, but some of them haven't.
"Yes," she says, blinking. "Why would I be offering to do those things if I wasn't?"
"Avetlarin. Thank you," she says, sincerely.
"I understand." Avet smiles at her. It's kind of tentative, but genuine.
She teleports home and curls up on her couch and thinks about shrens. Maybe she'll eventually be able to manage to talk to one without constantly flinching. Some day.
She schedules a time to meet, and then is there at that time. Looking nervous, vaguely excited, and hopeful. Progress!