[He turned to look at the young human, tilting his head to the side curiously in response to the odd inquiry.]

I find it more surprising that there are realms in which they do not.

[And again his eyes are drawn to the little bundle. Old instinct he thought long forgotten suddenly started to flair up once again. He knows he should probably simply mind his business and keep his mouth shut but...]

Every so often it needs to be turned. Otherwise heat will not be evenly distributed and it will fall ill.