"It's awesome." Saturday latches on to that as hard as she can, ignoring the and also why she was captured by Mangheath, why they wanted to dissect her. "She takes my niece on dragon rides, it's the cutest thing."

She swings one arm, for lack of anything else to do. There's a sense of barely contained energy around her, like she'd be pacing if it wouldn't give too much away. "One time she and a couple of other dragons we met went hunting, to teach her how to hunt in dracoform, and they ran into this herd of like, intelligent magic pigs who hate everyone? Apparently it was a hell of a fight - " She pauses there, as if expecting someone to chime in for half a second.

"Scylla gets embarrassed if you tell the story, though," she continues after that odd moment. "Apparently landing is really hard and she, uh, kinda ate shit."