"Training with you," Casey repeated, knowing what Gabriel meant and yet just now understanding what that meant. There was a definite and practical way to confirm someone was a dragonaught, via the very meaning of the term outside of draconic religion. Dragonaughts were the ones who could use magic not belonging to their people. If Casey really was one of them, then they would be able to use fire like any other dragonaught could... "You think I could learn fire magic from you?"

More than anything, it was a question of whether or not they could handle having their life turned on its head. Being a dragonaught was like being a legend, or suddenly a celebrity. Even if they weren't obvious about it, life itself would be different. They'd be using magic no regular humanoid should, and suddenly living in a world they had no understanding of. "I don't really want to be anything or... or do anything with all this," they said slowly. "I just want to keep being with you, dragon or human or whatever else you might be under all this. Is that okay?"