Sorry. It's hard to say I'm doing perfectly well when it's obvious that I'm not.

[He straightens where he sits, dark eyes squinting only a moment as he takes in her general silhouette. The dragon shifts in its harness, sticking its head out over the edge. Its own eyes aren't visible beneath downy fluff.]

But I'll have to turn down the offer, thank you. For now, I'd rather handle this task alone.