[There was swooping and everything! Very dramatic. And probably ridiculous as well.]

Since reasoning with him wasn't working for any of us, I... ah. Went and got him. If I'd been sure merely confronting him where he was would have worked, I would have, but it seemed... safer and simpler to do it this way.

On my way, then. Shouldn't take more than a breem.

[Since he's flying slower with Drift in his arms... Not so much because Drift is heavy (he isn't), but to cut down on wind and debris.]