Melys stoops beside the jaws (too heavy to bother trying to lift).

"Oi," She imitates, in a growl that might be more thunderous if it wasn't coming from, you know, her. Evidently this is what dragons sound like. "I'm the Queen of the bloody Blackmarsh, don't you go touching my crown,"

Get it. Because the crown. Of her skull. Melys' hand flaps open and shut, like she'd be puppeting the bones if she could. An appraising glance between the group. Is anyone laughing. Is anyone laughing?

No one appreciates her. A huff, as she stands and steps back. Whatever. It was hilarious.