So, the only thing they could do (save from doing some very unsavoury things in their bedchambers) was to take Rhaegal out for a ride. Fleur raced around the room to get his saddle while Hermione hand fed him some sugar cubes. Illyria - who had followed them all the way there - had curled herself up in Rhaegal's nest as the great dragon lumbered around, only fidgeting slightly when Fleur secularly strapped the saddle onto his body.