Kitten nods, whistling encouragement. Much better. Aside from the speed, that was actually very close. She makes a hurry-up motion with one foreleg to get that point across, but the dragon is fairly certain her new friend already knows.

She is quite frankly thrilled to have a person attempting dragon speech for her. No one speaks it, not even other dragons. Kitten was raised by humans, but had she been brought up in the Dragonlands, she would be unlikely to hear dragonspeech there either. Adults speak mind-to-mind, and dragon infants are born infrequently enough that she has never met another dragon who has yet to grow into mindspeech. Dragons and basilisks understand her, but they don't speak her language.

Kitten leans against Derek briefly in thanks.