With the same care he used to handle the flowers, BlackWargreymon takes the wooden figure. It's almost too small for him to hold, so he makes certain not to grasp it too tightly as he examines the many details that Hiccup carved.

He gently bows his head. "Thank you, Hiccup. This is the first gift I've ever truly received." Then he leans to one side, looking just a bit thoughtful - though with just his eyes and body language to go from it might be hard to tell. "I must make a request of you, however. I do not have a place to reside, as you Chosen have, and I fear that holding this figure with me will risk it becoming damaged. I would like for you to keep it safe, on my behalf."