What you think someone's gonna come accusing you of pushing me? [Rocket's tone is amused once he has both feet back on the deck. Lylla is smacking her smaller paws against him while the beastfolk ignores her chittering reprimands and concerned padding over him. As if he'd just go an fall. He offers her a sly grin, though, and leans his back against the rail, ignoring his disappointment in discovering the ship doesn't have any cannons.

If he had been in charge of building them, airships definitely would have had cannons.]

Don't worry. I'm used to hangin onto things. [It's nice, hearing someone laugh again. Things have been pretty serious since everyone went and started coming back from the grave. Not just the others like him but the new city had also had such a somber atmosphere what with the orcs and all that Rocket hasn't even had the time to settle into a tavern and stir up some amusement.

He finally sets about soothing Lylla with a pat of her head, and it's enough for the otter who goes back to sliding and rolling around on the deck, apparently excited to be on a ship, even one in the air. It doesn't take her long to find Theseus, webbed paws reaching for the fluffy fur she's endlessly enamored with in everyone else's animas.]

I want one of these, too. [He stomps his foot twice on the deck, admiring the stability of the repairs.] Imagine being able to take this thing wherever you wanted to go.