The only way that it appears Aska is seeking to help is making sure the girl does not fall in some way. She's aware that the girl is prepared, had been so by her own hand. She, a servant of the dark, knew how to foster such a thing in another, and gain the trust. She had begun shaping the fire dragon from day one. Any failure would not be hers. She stands still beside Kazuma, calm lavender eyes fixed on the girl and watching the process. It was different for all, but certainly, it had been so much less dramatic for her. But there were good reasons for that. Reasons none knew, and it would remain that way, until the information was deserved or earned.
Aska's patience was infinite, and she'd wait until the dragon took steps her way before she said or did anything. Still, she placed herself slightly ahead of Kazuma, unsure how the young dragon would take her transformation, and knowing that her own training and magicks would have heightened effects on the girl, due to their time together. Imprinting, they called it. Like duckling to mother.