"....hot." Literally and figuratively. Her boyfriend's a dragon. That's- not a terribly odd thought and it probably says something that she leans into him when those scales warm, that she watches the gout of flame without trepidation. It's still Locus and he's still, always, safe.

For them, he's safe.

And, apparently, willing to give the riding thing a go. "You're the best, babe."

She swings a leg up and over, hopping and hefting until she's settled on his back, hands braced against his shoulderblades. "So- not too heavy, you're good?"