Rocket's ears stay back but he drops his hand and lightly pushes the clinging otter away with a shake of his leg, pointing her back to the ground. Without words Lylla follows his instructions, climbing down the skeleton reluctantly. He can feel both her discomfort and his own and the echo is distracting, unsettling. He sighs out a huff of air and his mouth twists into a frown.

"If, and this is the biggest if to ever if, I'm talking-" He stretches his arms out, exaggerated, as far as they will go, looking over at Strange again.

"If the dragons' souls or whatever were brought back in a different body, all that big dragon brain crammed into something-" He brings his hands back together, nearly touching. "Small. Tiny, comparatively. Do you think, hypothetically, they'd still have all that power? I mean- folks go mad don't they? Too much magic fucks with your head. And assuming only the mind came back. Just a big old dragon brain stuffed into a new body, smaller, confined, confused. Ain't natural. If that happened. What do you think they'd want? What's whatever brought us back want?"

He looks away when he stops talking, his arms crossed over his chest, hands tucked beneath them to grip at his sides where no one can see the gesture. He stares straight out at the quiet, snow-covered plains and tries to scowl to hide his unease.

"I don't see what it's all got to do with bringing a bunch of losers back from the dead."