“If… you’d… let us tal-” Onyx pressed down harder on his back, shutting Handy right the fuck up. She looked down at the arguing dragons who were coming around to the evidence in front of them. Ember’s authority was no longer challenged by unruly shouting, but the gathered dragons were agreeing with each other more, supporting each other’s assertions in front of her. Careful not to justify her ire. Ember was not having an easy time answering them with her insistence on using the three of them as bargaining chips. Slowly, she began looking between the struggling Whirlwind and Handy, and Handy was wise enough to realise what must be going through her head.