Jayati stood, displacing sand as hollow bones still managed to crack and creak loudly, though if it bothered her then she didn't let it show. Her wings spread out over them and good ways down the beach before she shook all over, the remaining water from her brief dive into the ocean.
She reached out to a log that had washed up onto the beach recent enough that no one had bothered it but long ago enough that it had dried out, and cracked it into a few pieces to form a decent sized pile. Without warning, or maybe that was supposed to be the warning, puffed out a small, controlled blast of blue fire to set the wood ablaze.
Pleased with her work she spread out her wings one more time, took a deep breath, and between one wave hitting the shore and the next - The Sheriff was in the Dragon's place, with nothing but the vague smell of sulfur and an awful lot of moved sand to show for her trouble. Jayati glanced at him and nodded in greeting before shaking her hands out as if trying to rid herself of stiffness, "Evening, Mircea." Her voice was rougher than normal, like her calloused hands and currently bare feet. It would pass, as would the fact that she was too hot, temperature still falling to keep up with her smaller form. Because of that she took a step away from the fire, though she kept her old leather jacket on still.