God, he just hoped they were doing the right thing. The dragons owed them for sure, and maybe later they could ask for aid, or further information in the short-term if not the long-term. Hell, what if they offered lodgings? Could they move from Lunatia, away from the Prismals...?

Her hand was warm in his, and he focused instead on that. When she made her request, he was puzzled, but obliged.

"Er, sorry- somethin' in my hair?"