Ten feet above the contaminated purple swamp water, Lucan stretched out his hand and was able to grab Silent's arm. He leveled off while she stepped back up onto the broom.
Once on the broom and without waiting, Silent leapt up and wrapped her legs around Lucan's waist, hooking her feet together behind his back. She leaned out as he used an arm to brace her back and ease the strain. She was leaning parallel to the ground.
Lucan rotated the broom so he was leaning back at a 45-degree angle, that way Silent could sit on his hips and make it easier for her to hold steady while she fired her bow.
Her legs held him like a vice grip, assuring Lucan enough so that he could use his free hand to pull out a wand.
The druid had changed forms to break the ice and resummoned her wings as all four flew back up to meet the drake again.