Once he has a grip on her, she raises her head high enough that she can walk, but keeps her horn fairly horizontal to the ground. Then she resumes her way to the nearest tree, even sticking to a slow walk this time to avoid another disaster.

Not that that keeps her from bobbing her head irritably at his complaint. "I don't sleep. And I am enjoying this environment; I won't have you sour it for me. Not again," she adds darkly.