[There was no easy way to explain this situation, not at all. She was sure that not even her father or brother would fully be able to appreciate the intensity of this goop, the slickness of the ground underneath her heavy boots, and the young man who claimed he was a dragon holding desperately onto her hands as if she were her last lifeline.

...And, in fairness, she probably was.

Glasses annoyingly askew, Pidge grasped at that clawed hand with both of her's and wrapped her legs around the nearest anchor she could find-- be it a tree, a rock, whatever!]

I'm not letting go! [Pidge grumbled, setting her jaw in her frustration as she tried to find some leverage here.] But you're a lot heavier than you look!

[Whether that could be translated as an insult or not was up to debate, but the fact remained that the young man probably had at least a foot on her in height.]

Just...just don't break my hand, all right?! I won't forgive you if you do!