( There are fewer arrows, more smoke, and in the confusion of that he asks Lethe to do what the dragon can to bring them close; feels the brush of the dragon's sentiment, the displeasure of this, but the exceeding certainty of every wing's placement, even in this chaos. )

Consider it a dancer, ah? We can get you down near on top of it, if you slide back, keep hold of Lethe's tail... or, hmm.

( The impractical truths of trying to depart a flying creature who is not able to truly land, but oh, perhaps bouncing off the deceased creature? It's possible. )

Lethe, think we can? ( The dragon cranes her head around, giving them both an unimpressed look, and snorts, before heading in a controlled glide toward the creature's corpse. )

Lethe will take us in to land, get ready to slide off!