[Bridei doesn't mind so much that Hermione is clutching him to her chest, so long as she keeps stroking him like that. He's growing fast and his scales get itchy sometimes! Her arms are very nice and warm too, and Faolan was right about him really only having two modes, on or off. Settling in her arms, he chirrups slightly, wriggling a little to get comfortable and nuzzling close to start chewing on her hair.]

[Faolan lets out a little laugh at the offer. Tea or chocolate. He has to wonder whether they are Hermione's own means of coping through this business with the music, herself - it seems a random offer otherwise.] I'm fine. [Lady huffs at him slightly as if she understands what he's saying and he amends his statement.] I don't need to rest. I've been resting all day. All month. He's not too much of a handful, compared to the work I am used to.

[He reaches up to run a hand to run through his hair, smoothing it back from where Bridei has ruffled it out of sorts.] Can I help you, Hermione? Lancelot is not here. He will not be for some time yet, I suspect...