The dragon turns his head to give a sharper look to his companion, now. Oh, he'd listened to her words about the shrines, to know she'd arrived relatively recently. (Especially as things go to a dragon...) But she spoke of choice, and that had his eyes narrowing.

Wrathion, as a dragon, is paranoid at the best of times. This does not particularly count as that. He isn't...angry. Not yet. But he's cautious, especially since a part of him had been waiting for the proverbial other shoe to drop, and here it is.

"No. No one has. Might I ask you to take it upon yourself to do so, since you have brought it up in the first place?" Because he is very interested in hearing what she has to say.