Jingyi's tail comes sweeping down next to Ryo, offering him a boost up to where Jingyi remains hovering with this paw full of talon-clutched tent and person, with a short burst of wind providing further balancing assistance. He doesn't try dipping lower, almost exclusively to keep the contained aggressor from fighting harder to be free. At present, he's fought himself into being further caught like a rat in a sack.

"An equaliser? Like the ones we're using in the field?"

His mind leaps after the thought now that Ryo introduces it, and he cranks his head around, waiting for Ryo's mounting over his shoulders, or for Ryo to monkey up toward his horns and have a firm hold there if he's so inclined.

"Supply tent. The ministry one. Ready?"

For flight, because as soon as he hears anything remotely like affirmation, Jingyi shoots up just enough to clear tents and some of the stone structures of the location, but cutting very, very close, tents shivering and flapping in his passage.