Alastor didn't offer any sweet words to his own egg but actions sometimes could speak louder than those. She would notice him run his hands over one egg, pressing lightly to check for anything he might accidentally pierce with his claws before carefully picking it up and cradling it in his spindly arms which did not snap like toothpicks like some people probably thought they'd do.

He then looked up to the dying dragon mother and bowed his head respectfully to her.

"I'm sorry I don't know of any Last Rites which might help ease your journey to whatever comes next for you," he told her. "I hope knowing that your eggs will be well-cared for helps instead."