She's fine, as far as he's concerned. Landing - it's like driving, he thinks again, before banishing the thought - it doesn't suit her, no. She's someone made to move forward, through every obstacle. Through all opposition.

This doesn't stop him from laughing as he comes in for his own landing, talons clicking on stone as his form shifts with hers. Quieter, less dramatic. But right behind her.

"You're getting better. I think."