[Isis gives another loud peep of surprise when she's suddenly released, and floats for a moment on sheer momentum. Before she can fall, though, she instinctively teleports, and gets tossed into Tyler's chest.
Oh thank fuck.
He holds the little bird as tightly as he can against himself, feeling her trembling form and jackhammer little heart as she grips his jacket in her claws, hiding her little beak in the collar of his jacket. He's more than happy to stay cuddling his tiny companion like this for... who knows how long. Until both of their hearts slow down to something more reasonable.
Eventually, Isis stops shaking enough that she can, through beak and claw, pull herself inside Tyler's peacoat again, and nestle against his sternum with exhausted relief. Tyler lets her, instead looking over the edge of Ox at his fucking bastard of a companion. He's rather tempted to leave him like that for the entire trip. He's pretty sure you can't die from blood rushing to your head. Pretty sure.
Ugh. He taps Ox's shoulder, making the giant beast look at him, and Tyler gives him a gesture - they haven't trained through many of these, but Ox is apparently smart enough to get the hint.
Because without warning he throws Solus into the air, getting him to do a full 180 flip before the claws snap back down and - with the man's dress still wrapped around his upper half - clamp around his torso. At least this way he's upright for the next five hours of this cursed trip.]
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Oh thank fuck.
He holds the little bird as tightly as he can against himself, feeling her trembling form and jackhammer little heart as she grips his jacket in her claws, hiding her little beak in the collar of his jacket. He's more than happy to stay cuddling his tiny companion like this for... who knows how long. Until both of their hearts slow down to something more reasonable.
Eventually, Isis stops shaking enough that she can, through beak and claw, pull herself inside Tyler's peacoat again, and nestle against his sternum with exhausted relief. Tyler lets her, instead looking over the edge of Ox at his fucking bastard of a companion. He's rather tempted to leave him like that for the entire trip. He's pretty sure you can't die from blood rushing to your head. Pretty sure.
Ugh. He taps Ox's shoulder, making the giant beast look at him, and Tyler gives him a gesture - they haven't trained through many of these, but Ox is apparently smart enough to get the hint.
Because without warning he throws Solus into the air, getting him to do a full 180 flip before the claws snap back down and - with the man's dress still wrapped around his upper half - clamp around his torso. At least this way he's upright for the next five hours of this cursed trip.]