[ Someone actually wants him to fly them around... it's honestly a first for him, but so is waking up naked in another world without a clue as to how he got there. He's almost inclined to think this is a dream, but the cold is too visceral across his skin for him to be fooled. ]

Of course, I can fly. I am one of the dragon-fae. While others rely on brooms, to me, it comes as naturally as breathing.

[ Usually.

Not at the moment, and he's trying hard to temper his irritation over it. ]

When we reach a non-warded area, perhaps I may allow it, but only if you behave.

[ He continues to lead her further from where they had awoken to the outdoor terrain, taking in the unfamiliar land. Though he still can't call up his flames nor breathe them out, he knows there are alternative methods of starting fires using sticks and/or stones. ]

Find two large enough rocks for me. You need not carry them –only point them out, and I will do the rest.

[ Hopefully, his physical strength also hasn't diminished here as well, and he'll be able to strike them together effectively. ]