Being lifted and carried, instead of using his bloodline Ryan tried to remember where he had heard that name.
{Yoko, do you remember hearing me talk about an Amanda?} Ryan asked, wanting to narrow it down.
{Nope. But don't expect me to be your memory folder,} Yoko said.
{What can I expect you to do then?} Ryan asked, thinking, 'After all, your just a shell for the next two months.'
Yoko huffed. {Be awesome. Attract lots of worshiping dragons. Rule the Multiverse!}
Ryan bit his tongue, holding back a smile. {And what rank will you be when you hatch again?}
Yoko gasped. {How could you, Master!} she said, putting her unborn claw to her chest. {You know that's a sore subject.}
{Isn't it F-Rank?} Ryan asked, hearing the dramatic tone in her voice.
Clutching her heart, Yoko sank to the bottom of her shell. {You didn't have to say it aloud.}
{I didn't. I said it in my head.}
{Youuuu} Yoko said, shaking her fist.
{Quiet, looks like I'm here… wherever here is.}