Diem was thrown off-balance by the little dragon springing free, and with no warning, she stumbled. "Shit-..." turned into a snort of amusement. She readjusted her arms, rolling now-free shoulders; Yanyue was small, but it was still a long distance to carry anyone.

Now and then she'd flown, albeit hesitantly. It was her first time trying these wings out, and she'd really only given it a proper shot in Leo, not daring in the tunnels; even then she'd stayed near to the ground, cautious and eyeing the sand beneath her feet warily. At one point, she had muttered, "Dice don't fail me now," whatever that had meant. She hadn't elaborated, and seeing as nothing had happened, she apparently hadn't "been failed" one way or another.

The narrow paths to the Volcano she had taken had been less forgiving to her eye, so she'd set her feet back down and trudged it the slow way. Now it seemed Yanyue hadn't quite the patience; they truly seemed to adore whoever they were on their way to meet.

Diem followed into the workshop's mouth, ducking inside the shadowed, warm interior and pausing to let her eyes adjust.