Okay, lemme climb down...and don't touch Betsy until she gets used to you. She's still not used to all of my friends.

[Again, the Bouffalant shakes Waver's hands off of her horn. Stop touching me, strange human!

But true to his word, Right is (slowly) getting off of Betsy. Up close, Waver can probably tell that the worst of Right's wounds are around his side and lower back.]