Amon watches Naya pull the garment on, as one of his spares it is far too big for her and doesn't sit properly but he knows it will do its job well enough. Having pulled the hood and shroud on Naya asks 'Is the council your coven?', an odd question he thought to himself. The idea of a coven seemed quite esoteric to him, brining to mind images of secreted and hidden mages trying to hide from their pursuers. He doesn't answer as she steps towards Ormuzhd laying a hand on the huge lizard before looking up at him, 'I've never ridden an animal before. How am I supposed to get on?' she inquires.

Amon smiles behind his own hood and shroud, he points to a stirrup on the side of Ormuzhd's saddle. 'I will offer you my hand, put your right foot in the stirrup and step up, then put your left leg over the other side. Then you best hold on tightly to me else you'll likely fall off at quite some speed' he replied.

He offered his hand to Naya, waiting for her to do as he instructed.