[ He keens another noise as she sits down and looks upset. He hates when he can't do anything to make someone feel better, especially a swell dame like Doctor Crusher. He can't even offer encouragement or reassurance in this form, because neither can be accurately conveyed through charades. He does come a little closer, though, still giving her a few feet of room as not to be threatening.
Then he flops down in the sand in front of her and buries his muzzle in a pile, snorts so sand sprays up and all over his face and neck.
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Then he flops down in the sand in front of her and buries his muzzle in a pile, snorts so sand sprays up and all over his face and neck.
Cheer up, Bev. Look at the silly dragon. ]