Bastille joined them with a yawn, having spent most of the morning struggling to get a small fire under control. He'd lit a bush on accident on a patrol, and spent the better part of 30 minutes glaring at the spreading flames mutinously as they refused to obey his command. Eventually, he'd simply resorted to summoning water, which had listened to him. He'd also simultaneously brought down a rain storm, which was less than ideal, but whatever. The flames went out, and the rain only lasted for around 15 minutes. So many his demand for water had gone a little out of control, but at this point? Bast would take it.

He eyed the little creature, squinting slightly. Dinosaur? Eh. He wasn't particularly interested in them. (What a shocker.) "He doesn't look particularly threatening this small," he pointed out, "Maybe you can pack bond him or some shit."