Stone snorts, but there might be a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. "All right. Just hold onto my claws, when I pick you up."

Then he shifts. She's seen it at least once by now: the cloud of dark mist that hides him, then expands and resolidifies as a the big, black scaled creature with wings and spines and a tail. Anyone not familiar with his species would find it completely understandable to call him a dragon, especially given the seventy-foot wingspan.

He offers her his hands, claws carefully sheathed. They're entirely big enough to cup together and make a comfortable seat on his palms for her.