"It's nothing." He should know, "I wanted to come and help."

And she doesn't want to let some dumb fear of heights hold her back from doing that. Maybe she can figure out a way to work with it, instead of trying to fight it head-on? Up on the griffon-back seems like it should be the perfect time to practice but the vertigo makes her feel dizzy and sick and it's hard to concentrate on anything else in the moment.

Abby rubs the back of her neck, feeling self-conscious. She'd like to stop talking about this now.

"I can take double watch tonight," she offers. "S'not like I did much today."