[ Wren certainly doesn't need to elaborate on the first part. And... Aeryn decides to not draw attention to it, for now. Instead, he grins up at the dragon over the next thing, a soft chuckle escaping as his hair is tugged. He shifts ever-so-slightly closer, letting out a soft sound of consideration. ]
... All right. But you two have to let me do something to pay you back.
[ It'd make him feel better, really. With that, he will shift so that he can sit with his back against the side of Wren's seat (or against Wren, if there's no back to the seat). After digging something to write with from his pocket, he gets right to it. The message is short and sweet, simply going into exactly what he told Wren it would.
He doesn't even bother signing it, given... who else would it be from? Besides, they know his handwriting by now. Once it's done, he leans his head back, looking up at Wren with a small smile. ]
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... All right. But you two have to let me do something to pay you back.
[ It'd make him feel better, really. With that, he will shift so that he can sit with his back against the side of Wren's seat (or against Wren, if there's no back to the seat). After digging something to write with from his pocket, he gets right to it. The message is short and sweet, simply going into exactly what he told Wren it would.
He doesn't even bother signing it, given... who else would it be from? Besides, they know his handwriting by now. Once it's done, he leans his head back, looking up at Wren with a small smile. ]
Done.