If the man and the child seemed odd, it only stood to reason. Any person desired by a greatwyrm was going to be different somehow, and it made sense that strange, unusual people would be drawn to them. He didn't have his sister's insight nor her sembling, but he was alert.
"I can," he affirmed gravely, but it cracked into a genuine smile. He loved to fly more than almost anything.
"You could too," he opined. "It wouldn't be quite the same, but there are magi who learn to shift their shapes. You would have to learn from the birds or from the bats or from the dragons, give yourself not only wings, but the musculature and bone structure to support flight. People do it, the ones who really want it." He considered for a moment. "If the dragon wants something from you, perhaps you can bargain for the means to fly. Your friend seems almost as helpful in that regard as a solicitor."
Kaus didn't mind staying with the civilians; he was just planning to stay out of the airmen's way in any case. He winced as they turned toward where he knew the dragon was. Now he felt the child and the dragon, and a part of him thought he felt the man, as well. Surely that was just a trick of the thing, though.
"How shall I call you?" he asked, eyes flicking up to the man to take him in as well.