So he knows the Red Wings are a recent invention, that airships are something new to his world even, and that it was an adaptation of ocean-going ships.

That's less important right now, since there's something a lot more personal dinged, enough for the calm sort of mostly-neutral to crack wistful. "Dragons." Something his nation hadn't had in too long. "We - my order used to; my father's might've been the last one in the nation. I was the first of my family in generations to not grow up alongside a hatchling."

That's not an object of terror, that's getting adopted into camp as practically family.