Nivalia looks over to Broadshield when he mentions the photo shoot. "Oh yea. I was there too; met that Dragon as well, what a character he was." She turns her attention to Tinder, a warm smile appearing on his face, "Well if he himself hasn't said it yet, thank you for sticking with him. Whenever I run into him we swap stories; he always runs into interesting situations and individuals during his adventures. Who knows, if I manage to keep him in one place for a while I can finally chronicle the whole dang thing." She yawns, "Alright, I'm going to get some shut eye. Hopefully my magic gets back to normal when I wake up." Stretching out, the changeling rests her bag below her head as a pillow and begins to doze off.