"Ptera pull up--" Lance started to order as soon as there was movement from the sand. Reluctantly the dragon moved back a few paces, but Lance wasn't paying attention anymore, his grip on the harness slack. He was too busy staring at the man staring up at them, at the throb of almost-pain behind his eyes that was--

did anyone back home ever hurt you I'll try not to push, okay you can trust me one day I'll get through to you, cub--

He rocked back with a gasp, one hand flying up to his face. Breathing hard, he blinked past his fingers at the man, slowly lowering his arm. It couldn't be. It was impossible. What the hell was this? Weakly he asked, "Sefton?"