It is all right. [ —soothes the voice of the King who is no worse for wear after being unbalanced by the sweep of the dragon's wing, his footing nearly gone out from under him, but only just. Though rather than withdraw as the rest of the crowd had, Sion had approached the dragon again, his hand lightly touching to the creature's white scales to offer a measure of comfort. Despite the dragon's size... the voice which emanated from its body sounded rather young, didn't it? Like a child. ]

You need only to be still, for a moment, and let the others pass. [ And pass they do, drifting by, the crowd thinning to make way for the dragon to continue on his path. ] You will find that you have room enough to move as you please in short suit, I promise.