[It's much harder to read people's feelings when he has to look instead of hear, but at least the dragon creature is projecting their discomfort clearly enough. He tilts his head at that response.]

I don't think this place is dedicated to anything. I don't know if it knows what it's supposed to be at all. Everything here is like that, places and thoughts wound and wrought and wanting to be real in the right way.

[Is this helping? Maybe it's not helping.]

It's okay. They're not going to hurt you. No one here wants to hurt you.