[Oh, he knows about non-animated bones. In those weeks on the surface, there were multiple times trying out human cuisine, including a certain smartass encouraging him to try spare ribs one time. He's even seen at least one of the anatomical models of a dead human's bones that a bird might nickname him over.

But there's still shock in his face and voice, jaw hanging open as he takes in her words.]

A dragon skull?! How? Wouldn't it have dissolved to...

[Realization starts to dawn, and he covers his mouth.]

Wait. Oh my god. A dragon, but not a monster. More like a human, or an animal? Leaving... a real dead body behind?