Red outgrowing where she's at isn't something Billie even wants to begin to worry over. As far as dragons go, they're still tiny, and as far as Red's concerned, napping in a huddle of wings and scales already ignores personal space boundaries.

"The ones we have? Yeah, wouldn't shock me if they deliver us poison next time..."

Whenever that next time is, but her answer?

"It's airships for me." Couriers are useful, dragons are... something, but the real wonder? Flying ships, in the sky. "I miss it, being on a ship, but going back to one on the open sea sounds like a real joke when you can get one that flies."