"Like a title or a codename? I had an inkling - Vibe had one as well." She's careful not to use his true name in such an association. And then it all comes rushing back, memories lost in the aftermath of their ordeal, and why her daggers were broken on her return. "I... I think I'd forgotten it."

"Hm?" She hadn't thought anyone was out here tonight. She turns and sees– "Seeker?!"

She stares expectantly, shoulders squared. "...Monk?"

"Just like that. IF YOU'RE A BANDIT."

"YOU SMACKED ME IN THE FACE?"

until she can swing her leg over and find a relatively comfortable perch between scales. She pats the side of Verone's neck twice. For better or worse, she's ready.

Oh. That quick... Her mind yet races with questions, with no small amount of worry of what she's getting herself into. But when the dragon before her goes prone, she doesn't hesitate; with a running start, she leaps up the side of Verone's neck, finding handholds and footholds among her scales -

She can't imagine Verone is Chromatic, but she had mentioned a curse, last they met...

For just a moment, her smile falters. Even when it finds its place once more, worry is plain in the tension in her shoulders, the subtle knot in her brow. "Why would it be horror...?" She knows many tales of dragons - she's Cormyrian, after all. Not all are of the noble metallic drakes. -

"You need not apologize! Is there anything you need before your change? Or after, I suppose, but I can't imagine I could provide anything you can't find yourself."