[ lance purses his lips out in an exaggerated pout, slowly beginning to swing himself from the branch like the dumb monkey he is. ]

I was working all morning, okay? Those dragons don't milk themselves.

[ jk. or not? who knows what he's made to do in a wyver farm, okay. the details here aren't exactly the point. nor is the actual strain on his body, because at his idle swinging shows, he's not all that tired. right around now, on a normal day, he'd be knee-deep in his second job (the non-paying one, grumble) so it's not like he's not used to working himself ragged till sundown...

but he's pretty sure if he so much as implied that his own whining was born out of any concern for rose's well-being, she'd smite him down from where she hovered right then and there.

so instead he just continues to sigh dramatically. ]

30 more minutes. [ his foot is down! figuratively. ] 30 more minutes, and then we're finding ourselves a nice little cafe.