Skan mentions carrying in talons, and a magical basket, and the gears in Viktor's brain start turning, imagining what such a basket could look like and how it would work. Perhaps he could build something for Skan- aside from Viktor, there must be other things he needs to carry at times.

"Of course not," Viktor says easily, to the comment about being put off. Skan has not only solved a problem for him but given him the opportunity to fly. Of course, he's been on airships and the like, but he's never flown on the back of someone else. His dignity is certainly not the priority at the moment. Plus, he'd much rather preserve the unbroken state of his bones than his pride.

So, he leans forward to grab his bad leg and swing it backward, then awkwardly scooches down so his chest is flush with Skan's back. He passes him the rope and helps him thread it around them both, looping it around his own abdomen for good measure. It's all far from graceful, but first experiments rarely are, and soon Viktor binds them together securely.

"I'm Viktor, by the way. I appreciate you doing this." Maybe he should've introduced himself before he had a face full of feathers.