With the wings rising away from him, Tsukishima takes a look over everything else and pauses when he sees the dull shine of metal in what light is available. Well. That certainly explains a whole lot about things. “Listen, don’t worry about it- I don’t want to trouble you more than necessary,” he says with a shake of his head about the armor comment. Besides, he’s not entirely sure he’s ready to wear something like armor, or if it’ll do him any good. It feels like something he should get to know how to use instead of just shoving on.

The point about Skyfire missing chunks off of him is a lot more pressing, and he shifts until he’s sitting up with his knees digging into the other’s neck so that he can be as tall as possible without trying to stand up. “Hold on…” Thank god he has his sports glasses on for this and has decent sight with them. After a moment, he gets back down and pats Skyfire’s neck. “I think it’s over there, past a couple of those stalagmites. One of them must have grabbed it by accident.”

As he waits for Skyfire to get moving, he glances down at him. “...So. Metal, huh?” It’s the most he can really get himself to say. Just the fact that he was a dragon was amazing enough, but… a robotic one?