Bariyan had to stumble to catch up with Mar on that first lurch, but managed to pick up his pace after that and keep the drake steady on his shoulders. He could feel still-growing wings flapping, probably affronted, but there was no more time to feel bad about how stupid this whole operation looked. If it was going to get this damn dragon back to safety, it'd be worth it.

"Your healing--" Bariyan started, even as he tried to pick up his pace. "--is it usually like that?"

Somewhere behind and above them, branches creaked, then tore. The ground shook. Sure did sound like an infernal to Bariyan.