"He has to get how flying works somehow," Billie says, automatically letting go of the washcloth to intervene with the dragon going after her clothes. No, Alistair, she's shoving you away, gently but firmly, though her attention is on Strange still. Having dealt with Red enough times by now, removing dragonets from herself doesn't actually require looking at the scaly little monsters.

"But sure, let's go with that. What is it?"