[First, he flushes a little, aware of what Jon must think. A cripple cannot hunt. And so for this, too, he switches things around as he's been shown--clumsily, but he manages well enough. This still feels strange to talk of, but--]

I could bring one of the creatures anywhere they wanted. I could-- I wanted to tell you, but then we were ill. But-- I can do things. I could borrow the creature's skin.