"Only look how cleverly this token has managed our travel, Laurence!"

As usual, Temeraire's voice rather carries; it comes from high above as he sails down toward the lake and the wide expanse of field near it which provides such a particularly nice landing spot. 

Landing, he lifts a taloned forefoot up to carefully collect Laurence from his back and set him upon the ground. "And at last we've managed to arrive together. Now that, I think might properly be called auspicious."