Belias shifts his body closer to the edge of the seat as best as he can, and when Nisha sees this he gets up, nudging him along and carrying some of his owner's weight in smoothly bringing him down to the ground. He noses at Belias's arm and makes his free hand braced over his doggy shoulders, and the young king just smiles down at his companion.

"Ah, just a few years. My old guard dog had... met her end a handful of years ago," Belias affectionately scratched his ears. "It's quite difficult when they pass. Though perhaps you won't have that problem with Ramen? From where I'm from, dragons are quite long-lived, if not immortal."