So male wyverns don't have wings where you're from? How interesting! [ He'd like to ask more about that -- but now doesn't seem like the time. Once Morrigan seems to be secure on her back, Zafeera flaps away from the cage and lands beside Claude with an enormous toothy grin. It's not the smoothest of landings, Morrigan's new steed bouncing beneath her as her massive wings try to right them for a smooth landing, but it's smooth enough not to be a struggle to hang on.

Once Zafeera lands, Claude gives her a pat on the neck and sneaks her a bit of jerky from his pocket, snatched out of his palm with a long, serpentine tongue. ]

All of them have wings where I'm from, but you're right anyhow. Zafeera here is one of the loveliest ladies I know. [ He reaches up to offer Morrigan a hand getting down, one gloved hand outstretched, and the other tucked politely behind his back, as though assisting a lady off of a carriage instead of a supposed prisoner off of a fearsome beast. ]