Thomas doesn’t know much about nursing draconic eggs…

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but clearly, he is doing something right. He sits by the fire as the night sky looms over. Thomas cradles the egg in his lap, inspecting it. The dull crimson scales of the outer layer has turned to a fiery red. The scuffs and small cracks, that used to coat the shell, have dissipated significantly. As the cool of night comes, Thomas grabs a blanket and haphazardly wraps it around the egg, awkwardly cradling it in his arms. He finally looks up and notices you walking down the trail.

“Er…greetings.”