[Worrying his lip with one of his fangs, Jowan considers Daylen and then glances behind himself at his abdomen.]

It would just be a seated piggyback, surely. ...wouldn't it?

[He taps his front legs on the ground, fidgeting.]

I've lifted...things before. [Bodies. Body. He wrapped one in silk during a Fog he'd left eating too long toward. They don't talk about that stuff, though. Jowan wouldn't talk about it even if they did talk about it because he likes to pretend it didn't happen.] I don't know how long I could manage...but probably long enough for you to recover a bit.