Seeing that Path would let him touch and feel the eggs, Edge beamed. "Thank you..." He murmured before slowly making his way to where the dragon lay and knelt down. The hard floor hurt his knees, and made him flinch. Edge's eyes were bright, though they were still darker than they usually were. 

Eggs made him think of food. It was wrong to think of your children as food, but raised as he was, the human couldn't help it. Tenderly, he placed a hand against a shell. It was thicker than he thought it would be, and colder, too. It was very large, especially for an egg. Surprisingly, Edge wasn't thinking about cutting them open, or experimenting on them. Though perhaps he would run some tests on them once they were older, Edge realized that he was going to be a parent. Though this should have been obvious, Edge didn't feel the weight of this responsibility until just now, when he his palm was pressed against a single treasure like this. This egg, so fragile now, would grow to be a dragon stronger than he could comprehend... 

Edge recalled dragons' bodies entered their prime much faster than other beings. It wasn't uncommon for children to appear the same age as their parents. Something about having a superior biological makeup. Edge suddenly yelped. He felt something... maybe a heartbeat? At any rate, the scientist had regained much of his sanity. Just being with Path had that effect on him, anyways. It was true. Edge was a hopeless sap, at least for the white dragon. His mate. 

"I... What do you think they'll be like?" He was about to ask what they would look like, but he didn't know himself, and perhaps didn't need to find out. Suppose they were more reptilian than human? Or were unable to transform? That would be awful! Though Edge would still try to love them. The teen let out a deep breath. "Ah, I feel like there's a twister in my tummy..." He mumbled.