Kreyu is purring up a storm, eyes closed. This feels so good, his touch, his warmth, so much more immediate in this shape than it is in her draconic one.

"Most fortunate," she agrees. "Getting soaked again would be quite a miserable experience."

Xenophon is busy working with dinner when Kreyu speaks only loud enough for Skellig to hear. "I hope his sister is still alive and still where she's supposed to be."