He curiously reached out with a tendril of magic to check on the girl in his hands. Though "girl" was the wrong word, she was not a child anymore but had not fully bloomed into a woman quite yet. Shireen had bruises and even cuts all over her legs and arms, courtesy of Stormstrider's hard and sharp scales. Though, not nearly as hard and sharp as those of Winter. None of it was particularly serious on its own, but there were plenty of them and Shireen would need some medical attention rather quickly. And the purple dragon would need a saddle of his own. He then noticed that Shireen looked like she was about to burst into tears.