Shura's thoughts wander in other directions. Like imagining one of the great dragons laying an egg the size of Aconite. It didn't matter that they were male, it was just hard to think about anything that big laying an egg so small. Even if it was a dragon only the size of a cart, it was still odd.

"Mm, may as well show me now. They're gettin' too comfortable, anyway." And Shura can throw back some more of that wine and set the last bit to the side. She'll come back for it. Maybe. If not, Strange will finish off, she's sure. "Come and help me with them."

Before she just stands up and let the dragons fall where they may.