He'll accept that point for the time being. Air rushes past, blowing the creatures back long enough to give them clearing to take off. Dabi holds onto the coffin, looking below them at the retreating ground. Like riding on that giant's back, but not as fun...

Wing beats remind of a certain someone and he frowns at the memory. Feathered that time, not these leathery ones. But it's a grand testament to Mayerling's strength to so easily carry this many people and his heavy coffin. They people hanging on aren't making any noise, not wanting to beasts to follow them, though they definitely have to keep their faces down if they're flying through the trees. At least until the sky breaks open around them and they're free.

Dabi would say it's pretty damn efficient. He glances to the tree tops below. Someone on the coffin whispers something about "who found this guy" and hell if anyone's got an answer. Sleepers. They're weird and come from who the hell knows where. Least the moon's offering a grand backdrop in the night sky.