Jingyi swings his head to look towards the supply tents, huffing out a slightly more than gentle breeze in the process. He's worried, he's staying dragon to not run around naked or become a squishier target for anyone, and that suggestion...

... Sounds reasonable, he guesses. It must stabilise or equalise the compulsion inflicted by the fractured god. Insane god? Whatever, the Problem God... s.

"If you want to drag the boxes out, we can fly around to set them up. Or I can fly you around, I don't have the deft hands for putting them in place without retaking human form."

Which he could, though he would be rather nude, and flight gets slightly more complicated if he's moving anyone else around too. Not that he dives into those explanations, but his heart grumbles over them even as he worries for the compulsion driven refugees harming the people he cares for, and harming themselves.

"You know how to?"