D'baji is actually not feeding /or/ oiling a certain bronze Nverath. In fact, he's lounging in his cot with his great golden-bronze Companion,  who was kind enough to fold a wing in just that certain way so as his rider might place his head on the nice soft hide beneath. The larger of the pair, the winged one, gives a bit of a croon for an exhasperated look on the biped's face, and receives a pat for his efforts and a grin before features fade briefly in an attempt to resume the silent conversation. Which, of course, is only broken by the Frothy Ridged One in a fairly mellow warble to his golden clutchmate, and an intense gaze pinned on her rider from those rainbow eyes. This is Nverath's greeting, and that's about as fancy as it gets.

Yulianna fails to notice the bronze's greeting.  She fails to notice anything, as a matter of fact, even the fact that, with a daze expression on her face, she proceeds to gnaw on the top of her bootleg.  But a few chirps and one frustrated gnaw on her ear from the little green later, Yuli starts out of her stupor and lowers her boot, peering sideways at the hatchling.  "You're hungry, too?  Me, too.  Let's too, eat."  She pushes herself to her feet and stumbles toward the barrel of wherry kept for the dragonets' sake, and pulls a small piece out, cutting it up into bite-sized pieces for the green and, at some point, tossing a chunk in her own mouth and proceeding to chew on the raw stuff, that dazed look having returned once she leans against the wall.

D'baji opens an eye, the /left/ one, against most instinct, to peer at whatever it is his dragon's rumbling at this time, and extends a tired "Hey Yuli. Miyakath," to the both of 'em with a nod while Nverath settles his head back to his couch, neck wrapped slightly so that D'baji might stroke his jaw. "Good food?" is asked for her meat chewing with a bit of a grin added. "You tired or something?" That conclusion is finally reached as her recent actions are replayed in his mind. Maybe her tiredness is catching though?

Yulianna starts out of her reverie...or rather...her comatose state, and blinks at D'baji and Nverath a couple times, shaking her head slightly.  "Who ever cooked this didn't get it done all the way." she grumbles.  "Ah, might as well let you have it." she murmurs to the green sitting on her shoulder.  "I should probably name her, huh?"  After a moment's reflection during which it is almost certain that Yuli has fallen asleep with her eyes open, Yuli blinks up at Baji, again, and says, "Miyakath is a good name.  What about Miyakath?"

"Well, you ought to have learned that you can't trust the cooks," the Overly Hairy One chides, giving Nverath's jaw a pat for emphasis. "Maybe you should get someone to have a word with 'em? N'ano, or whoever's in charge of us. They should really supply us with better food." Tsk. "Name who?" is asked next, which is answered with a tail-twitch from Nverath. "I think Miyakath is taken, though it /is/ a delightfully beautiful name. I mean, really is a good name. Nice to say. Good to feel on the tongue."

Yulianna peers sideways as she feeds the green another piece of the meat, and shakes her head a little.  "I'd better sleep to get some try." she murmurs softly.  She pads over past Nverath, placing her hand briefly on his muzzle as she passes, and pauses beside D'baji's cot long enough to lean one hand on his chest and drop a kiss on his forehead.  She straightens up, blinking around a moment and asking, "Why did I come over here?"  After a moment, she shrugs, and turns back toward Miyakath's couch, disappearing into it and leaving her boot behind, as well as half the chunk of meat on D'baji's chest.