{Life happens. :D I'm just glad you managed to post. :3}<br/><br/>Chrrou did not expect Sashi to be<span style="font-style: italic">happy</span>with her accommodations, of course, and so he himself shows little concern as his monstrous jaws glide closed, working visibly as his tongue pushes and slides to position the rapidly-soaked bunny more comfortably and stably within his maw. Uncomfortable for her, perhaps, but necessary, or so at least is his justification. He just happens to yield to 'necessity' with a grin on his slightly bulging-cheeked face, as Sashi's dark and hotly-roiling world slowly settles, leaving her cramped and dripping but settled in a curled-up semblance of comfort. The bulge in his cheeks never migrates lower, though; the megaraptor has no intention of moving his passenger to the decidedly less-friendly chambers below. Well-settled, he crouches down, gazes above the crowd... and launches into a headlong dash once again, his powerful talons clawing through and somehow gaining purchase in the air to propel him along. He only rises high enough to keep him out of the reach of the crowd, leaving them to be as surprised as they please about the scaly juggernaut casting momentary shadows over them before he blurs by.<br/><br/>As he charges along, leaving the air swirling sharply in his wake, he fumbles with the mind-link as he tries to get the measure of the strange sort of communication. -<span style="font-style: italic">Me? Not leaving another person alone, that's what. YOU're welcome to carry her instead, if you'd rather.</span>- Novice that he is, his mental voice still conveys the proper level of cross impatience, not that it's directed at<span style="font-style: italic">her</span>, exactly.<br/><br/>The reptile is more one for action than conversation, though. Once he's soared past the square to touch down on the less-crowded street, he lowers his head to one side and almost daintily parts his jaws, his tongue shoving forth to position Sashi's slippery feet on the ground before smoothly opening up to let the rest of her emerge as he draws back: slimy and wet and briefly hot, but none the worse for wear, hardly even smelly except with whatever her own wet-fur scent might be. -<span style="font-style: italic">There. Not a scratch,</span>he grumbles over the mind-link, though he does slurp over his chops, once and then again, in savoring the lapine aftertaste. That is an afterthought, though; foremost on his mind is the approach to the tent, his eyes narrowing at the destructively-set scene.<br/><br/>[Chrrou initiative: d20(18) +2 megaraptor dex = 20]