"And clawed it and hit it upside the head with my wings, and I think I speared a few tentacles on my spines." Okay, definitely proud of himself, there. He takes a step, then transfers his supporting grasp to Ashford's shoulder, because that's clearly better than an unmoving piece of furniture. Also warmer. "I take it from the fact that you're here, and I'm here, it worked? And the World Eater died?"