"Much better," he agrees - sinking down as far as he can stand to do so in the spring, not giving a damn if his wings get wet and need preened after. They will survive, and he will manage.

After a moment of soaking in silence, he huffs under his breath.

"If we should ever have to ride again, I think I would prefer something more...supportive, to wear."

If she gets his 'hint', she may understand why he was walking with such difficulty.