Her eyes had moved to the mouth of the cave as he spoke, her mind's eye envisioning how it would be to fly. She'd thought about it all before, so it didn't take a moment for her to recall it. She liked to stand on her roof when the wind blew and feel the breeze through her hair.
His words about Jube made her come back to earth with a thud, and she looked over an her friend, whom Lupo was playing with. The little wolf was watching the stick with great enthusiasm and then chasing it. When he caught it, he'd pull it like he was playing tug-o-war.
"Yes," she said, eyes still on Jube. "I might make him feel better, but just lately I seem to be more often the cause of it in the first place."
She pushed herself off the wall, heading back to Jube and putting a hand on his head.
"So, you're flying," she said, sitting down not next to him, but behind him, her back against him. She tilted her head back so it came to rest on his shoulder, her eyes on the roof of the cave. "Think you can breath fire?"
She wanted to be supportive, and now she could get past the dragon thing, [i][b]mostly[/b][/i], it was easier to joke about it. It was her fault he was out her, so she would be the best friend she could.