Nodding, he glances at his wing where she is preening, then reaches up and gently touches the side of her beak with his fingertips - he wants to make sure that the burns are still gone, not that he thinks they might have reappeared, but that fire was...odd. Unnatural, in some senses, even though it was not magic.

"Would it make sense to have one of us fly ahead to scout the dock? Or shall we just see what it looks like when we arrive?"