[Well, Jake's still holding his Scraggy in much the same way one would an exhausted toddler, despite the fact that it seems perfectly fine on its own, primarly because he can't really be bothered to slow his stride for the damn thing. But you know what, carrying it is carrying it, and he'll look over at Emmeryn's...dragonsaur for a moment before returning his gaze to her face.]
center; evening
Seems weird not to name 'em, yeah?