"I never claimed to be good at naming things, my friend. If the name fits..."

The tortoise pauses in headbutting Hythlodaeus' hand and looks to the finger. He retreats into his shell briefly, before realising he's safe, at which point he gives the finger a curious nip to test for food. It won't hurt, he's too small for that, but upon realising the finger isn't food he starts trying to headbutt that, too. Hythlodaeus sighs and chuckles.

"Forgive him, he isn't terribly smart. Ah, but did you know, he's going to get big enough to ride around on?"

This seems to delight Hythlodaeus, despite the fact that his legs work perfectly fine and he can teleport on a whim.