[Jaskier growls at him as he passes by, which is more sort of like a release of air through his teeth than anything resembling a growl. The cool cloth on his forehead is helping, as is the wind stirred up by Moglad's beating wingbeats.

He considers collapsing onto the floor. Could Moglad pull him up the next set of stairs...?]

It helps not being human, the bloody mouser. [Does the insult make sense? No. He's tired. His brain is scrambled. He's... he might throw up, actually. Do people do that? Throw up climbing stairs?

He starts shuffling forward. He may be only human, and wet with sweat, and exhausted, and sore, but he will not be left behind.]

Ooh, yes. Maybe we can consider what sort of trauma has led our little domain-haver to this particular set up. My first guess is their father dropped them off a building, which at this point I'm beginning to think they deserved.