[Aah, so that's how records are kept here...Firoza is definitely awed by the sheer volume of tablets available, and looks briefly down at her own claws. If she has enough strength in her little arms, maybe...she could write things? It'd be nice to see some Eorzean script again, even if it looked a little awkward.

Her attention shifts back when the Dragonite mentions his sleeping quarters.] A place of your own? Er, well, even sharing it...it must be different to live in town compared to out in the Canopy.

[Not that she minds. Firepaw's a cuddle bug, and she's getting really good at finding excellent foliage for extra coverage.]