He nodded at her reasonable request, and then glanced back at Meridia, raising an eyebrow in silent request. A dragon that couldn't spread it wings probably felt, at least in his mind, like they were in hell. At least, if they weren't able to stretch due to a choice they made. While she stretched, he explained how she had come back, glossing over the fact that something else had helped, though he knew that she would sense he wasn't capable of doing it all by himself, and would make the appropriate but likely incorrect connections. Unless the help had been Bahamut, interested in tweaking his irritable sister's wings by having a blue working with his current champion on the plane. He dismissed the thought, though he would return to it later, and finished the briefing. "So, in short, hostiles attacked the town and the current known ringleaders of THIS attack are dead. However, I am anticipating more inbound, though whether they or my reinforcements arrive first is an open question."