"Well, damn," Beth mutters into his hair as the two feel their way out of a door. The Balladeer doesn't need to respond, because that sure is Steven with a fire-breathing dragon.

He hadn't realized daemons could be mythical creatures too, but he's only met a few. Why not? He breaks into a jog towards them, stumbling a little as the terrain abruptly alters from pavement to dirt. Beth flaps her wings, but doesn't take off. It's still too dark; she might just fly right into a tree or something. "Steven!" he calls out, lifting a hand to wave. "Hey, you - "

Woah, did that dragon just turn into a lion?