Knowing the extent Abby hates heights, she wouldn't have banked on Abby getting on a griffon for anything other than a life or death situation... but apparently "because Ellis asked" is reason enough.

And given what Ellie's seen Abby do for Ellis in the past, she's not actually that surprised.

Having Abby pressed against her back is weird but not terrible, and it should probably be funny -- and it was, for the first few minutes -- but then she just started feeling kind of bad for her. She hasn't begrudged her the use of her shoulder.

Thankfully the bone-crushing grip has relaxed now, and Abby's even comfortable enough to peek now and again.

"Keep your eyes closed," she says, raising her voice just enough to be heard. "Ellis just gave the signal to start heading down, so we're taking a rest."

Automatically she shifts her grip, fastening her fingers around one of Abby's wrists to hold on. Artichoke, following the lead griffon, starts to descend. It's a weightless sort of feeling at first that turns into a push of gravity as the griffons circle down and down, following the leader. Looks like they've found a likely place.