Amal was cold as well. He never knew he could be so cold, in fact! The wind cut at his skin, and he mentally steeled himself as he continued his climb, trying to keep himself from falling to his death. His vest rippled in the wind, exposing his browned, muscled torso. Amal's cloak having long since been ripped away from the tumultuous flight. His left hand reached up and tightly gripped a one of the rocks that burgeoned from the wall he found himself scaling. 

Amal had leaped from the Wyvern's tail as it had swooped down to land, banging his knee but otherwise making it out with just a few scrapes. He had spent some time resting his legs as he hung over the precipice, and after a few minutes of waiting, he realized nothing was broken. He could handle a few bruises, and so he had pressed on until the point of exhaustion, only managing to haul himself up onto a platform with the last bit of his strength, groaning in the wind. 

He blinked, gazing at the next wall he had to traverse to reach where the beast had landed with Emmaline. Had it wanted to eat her, it already would have like as not, but that didn't mean he didn't have cause to hurry. Whatever was happening, it was not good for her. It was just when he began to get up again on his small ledge that something ruffled in his pack, poking around before bursting out in a maelstrom of movement. Amal's eyes popped open wide before he realized it was the magic carpet! 

"Oh, look who's awake!" Amal exclaimed sarcastically, though he couldn't help but laugh. The carpet caught the wind and swung around to land just beside its master, looking around with its top half, and Amal wondered if it truly saw things through such means or if it anthropomorphized itself for Amal's benefit, or perhaps its maker simply created it to act in such a way? Amal found he didn't care. He liked the carpet. He pointed upwards, leaning in to whisper to his friend. "Emmaline is up there. Can you get us up to, quietly?" 

The carpet curled itself backwards as if it looked upwards, and then turned back to Amal. Its twisted, giving itself a curvaceous form to Amal's vision, its tassels shaped to look like two pigtails as it sauntered across the stone. Amal nodded, crossing his arms and legs as they discussed matters. "Yes, that Emmaline! I know you've been asleep for awhile, but you carried her ass across an ocean."