[She tries her best to repeat the name, and greets it when it turns its attention to her. If she thinks of it like a horse, or a large dog, it is not as frightening.]

Is he a sort of dragon? Or a - [What was the animal about which the archangel Michael had told her? Oh, yes!] a dinosaur?

It is a fitting name. I hope that I may think of a name equally fitting when my kitten is weaned and able to leave Kirara.

[Her smile falters, thinking of Kirara's mistress. That the woman she considered her sister was unhappy with her actions bothered her still.]