Aemon had always been amused by his wife's terror of dragons. But he was determined to have his beloved wife get over it. Afterall, Aemon was from the House of the dragon. It was only fitting his wife had not a smidge of fear regarding dragons.

Aemon had chosen to take her on a ride with Caraxes as a way to get her over her fear, and it was going great. Somewhat. His wife hadn't screamed her lungs out of her body yet, but Aemon could feel her shaking like a leaf.

"I have you, wife."

Aemon soothingly assured, tightening his grip around her waist as he had held her with one arm and held the reins (OOC: I don't even remember if the dragons have reins.), with the other hand. Her back was pressed against her front, and he hoped that his steady heartbeats would soothe her just a little.

"Your fear of dragons is a bit.... irrational, dear wife. Afterall, you've wed a dragon. You've bedded one. Remember?"

Aemon teased playfully, pressing a kiss to her cheek as he directed Caraxes to dive down towards the sea they had been flying over. The dragon that Aemon had been referring to, had been himself, of course. He was attempting both soothe her and make her laugh.

"As long as I live and am his rider, Caraxes will not harm you. The only time his flames will even come close to you, is to protect you from another."

Aemon murmured, he had a good amount of control over Caraxes, and his wife steered clear of the dragonpit. So it wasn't as if she'd be anywhere near the dragon without Aemon present.