"I'm not running," he says, lowering his head so he's presenting Esteban with the back of it, where his neck joins and his mane is thick and easy to take hold of. "I'm flying. I'll get all three of us over there, we secure the area, we help. So climb on."

Because it made less sense to him to lack someone who was bipedal when he got there than it did to fly ahead, impressive as he'd be, and hope he could gently fend off any attacks and corral anyone he finds while hoping Esteban doesn't get jumped in the process.

In his hold, the young woman remains silent, cradled. He's not as worried about her, and not at all when it comes to carrying her. That, he knows how to do. It's everything else, and solving this compulsion... hm.