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“I’m sure you quite literally could.” Lyra smiled softly. There wasn’t much she knew about his dragon physiology, but it seemed reasonable enough for him to be able to. The witch reached out a gentle hand to cup his face, thumb brushing over his cheek. “I have no doubt of your love.” Though sometimes insecure, Lyra was a trusting person     and if there was one person she trusted more than anyone, it was Caiden. She smiled small. “But please don’t do anything dangerous for my sake. You know that will only make me worry.”