A small part of Conan's mind is trying to calculate how any of this is even possible. Where did these pterosaur-like birds come from? Why were they here? How had that girl just managed to generate a stream of fire? Especially since he didn't see any indicators that she was carrying a flamrthrowing device.

Meanwhile, the rest of his mind focuses on sensibly relaxing into the fall and landing correctly. He really didn't have the time right now to deal with the annoyance of a broken bone.

He offers up a bright and childish smile after she catches him. "I'm okay! But that was really scary!"