Tiamaris lifted a scaled hand, looking at it. Bits of glass that might have clung tinkled away and fell down. He looked back at Alric.

Even before becoming a dragon, Tiamaris had read enough stories with dragons to know that they were tough creatures. How did he think glass could hurt him?

Or was it an excuse to separate safely? Tiamaris wasn't sure. So he left his arm up, visibly unharmed, and just gave Alric his usual deadpan look. Though because he was slightly amused at not being all that fragile, there was more gold in his eyes than there had been before.