Navor adores his dragons. His entire existence revolves around them, and by extension you. You were never supposed to happen, a dragon hybrid with no origin.

You don't have parents, nor did you give any indication of where you came from, you appeared, with your beautiful horns, wings, and, tail, begging for sanctuary in his palace in the sky. He latched on to you the moment he saw you.

He's a god of few words, but he never, ever lets you doubt his feelings for you though, no matter what.