"Hnnnn," the dragon rumbled, dipping his head with a curve in his neck to nudge the wet angel with his hard warm nose. "Flying will warm you. I need no escort back to the school," he said with a snort of hot air. "But I will go with you. The trees may swallow you up next if you are so careless again."
It was as teasing as Ashton really got, and he nudged Ambriel again to take off, lifting off the ground himself with his wings spread and kicking up flurries of snow. Ashton kept a watch on Ambriel, unsure how he would do while flying cold, but deciding he didn't want his catch to fall to his death because his wings were too numb to work properly.