The golden dragonling didn't know how to take this news on top of everything that had already happened that day.
He had heard a few things before. Snippets of conversation that slipped past him when he was even younger. Dragons gossiping in low voices, not particularly worried about anyone hearing them. After all, in their defense they were only talking about "the truth."
And because those voices belonged to elders and clan members, Orien had never truly believed they would lie about something like that. Some may want to goad him into getting angry, but with talks that other dragons couldn't even hear, what was the point?
So he accepted it. Or at least, he accepted a version of it.
He framed what he heard in a way that hurt less.
