[Still she reaches now, the hand curling around Scowl is easily twice as tall as he stands. He's lifted, and it's a little hard to breath, but not painful...
High in the air, her grip shifts, placing him on the expansive palm of her other hand. The fingers and talons close around him, forming a dark room around him, barely smaller than a dorm bedroom.
Her scales are tiny here, slick and flexible, creating an odd surface to sit or stand on, almost soft, and warm.]