“I am surprisingly okay with this,” Laughed Whirlwind, dangling as he was by his forelegs, which were wrapped in the chains the dragons had placed on them, lashing him to Spike’s back as he struggled to gently lower the two of them down the mountainside step by agonizing step as he dug his claws into the rock. “I mean, apart from the chaffing, this is surprisingly restful… If I wasn’t looking straight down into a headfirst dive into the valley below all the time.”