“You, Mr Growls,” she addressed with a lazy wave of her foreleg and a flexing of her wings. “Start with the wings muscles, then the neck, then the shoulders.” She moved each part as she said them to ensure that he understood. “If you’re good, then I’ll even let you work on my rump for a few minutes.” In truth, her rump was incredibly sore from sitting on the cold ground near the entrance, so it wasn’t likely that any bad behaviour on his part could rule that chance out.