Traynth hadn't even paused to yell to his rider. Traynth never did. Traynth went from curled miserably in a heap to forgetting entirely that he was grieving in his rush to chase the green. Like rider, like dragon and Bl'by had always viewed 'I need something to distract me from what my head wants to think' as a fair solution. Without this, he would likely have been making quiet moves towards N'yx over the next couple of hours, or if he was otherwise occupied anyone who looked willing. B'by had never been particularly picky when he came to matters like that.
But a greenflight? Well, at least it took away an element of having to make decisions.
"Hey, it's fine. It's a flight is all. Not the best night for being lonely anyway," he said reassuringly, his own anxiety abruptly swept away with the sudden rush of must fly, must catch from Traynth. Traynth had always been very focused and it was difficult to feel worry when your body was suddenly anticipating getting laid at some point in the very near future. Without meaning to his gaze flicked over her appreciatively for a moment - very appreciatively when it came to the obvious lack of anything under her shirt - before he forced his eyes away to glance over those present. Were there still Candidates about? Bad place to be for anyone who didn't want to be mothed - or indeed just get an eyeful of undressed chaperones.
Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.