[She had no idea. Could have no idea. Then again, maybe Wrathion would tell her, some day, though at the moment, it was unlikely. Not through any failing of hers, but though sheer unwillingness on his part.]

I've heard worse. I've had worse. It certainly can't be worse than that. [And then, he snorted as well.] Yes. I am fireproof. Well. Not fel fire, but I do not endeavor to get hit with that. It's also unlikely to happen, here.

[Mercifully. But he nods briefly before smirking at her, equally brief. He schools his expression into one of startled shock. There's still enough of a showoff in him; Wrathion can't help it.]

Do you think we should? Or do you think you'll get lost again, if we don't?