"Cover," Waver repeated, his eyes drifting down back to his cigar. In theory, he could provide that, although he was loathe to reveal the secret that hid in each and every cigar he carried on him. "Will foreign magic work here?"

It was a simple question, one that he needed an answer to immediately. Hatchlings, the dragon bellows, everything was secondary to that piece of information. Waver's ears ached as the roar's echos carried through the canyon, and he rubbed as if that would stop the ringing there.

"If yes, then I can provide cover," he added quickly. eyes set on the mother dragon now moving forward. "If you're not certain, then calculate if an attempt is an acceptable risk."