"Yes. As terrible as fish are about the business of climbing trees," he says, flatly. Sorry Rosie, he did watch you immediately go and do exactly what he accused you of likely doing if he didn't attend to you. He calls it out as mildly as a severe man like himself can. At least she doesn't physically resist.

"A lot?" He says, head tilting as he guides her to hopefully sit on the bed instead pursuing her wobbly wandering. This is not a lot. This is bare minimum in his eyes. "I disagree. You do not weigh much, and my strength is superior to most as is. A bit of gardening and bringing you supplies is perhaps one of the most minimal tasks I could rightly do."

Stepping back, he glances back toward the kitchen, then to Rosie.

"Are you amenable to deer meat? They are abundant, I have a friend that could prepare plenty of meals from one. Or I could simply bring the whole carcass. I've noted the eating habits of others changing to match their dragon's."