Swinging over that brief space of free air sends her blood rushing in her ears. It requires a moment of clinging one hand to his and the other in a fist full of leaves. Dragons, trees. One is easier to focus on than the other, apparently.

Syllona lifts her head belatedly, brow scrunching in a queasy way. There's a peak of green -- distinctly not leaf-green, plus whatever it is is fast -- and the distant racket of roaring beyond that.

"Yeah... Hey. I've been thinking. There were blue dragons when I got pulling here, but I saw green ones, red..." she leaves the silence open. There's more to add, of course, just...in a moment that isn't this one.