[Despite her efforts, she can still feel them plummeting, and she doesn't know if she's even doing anything. The feeling of him clutching at her isn't helping, it's constricting, constraining, like she's being weighed down. She has to restrain the urge to shove him away, to try to save herself, especially as the wings suddenly emerge and begin to fold around them, obstructing her vision.
She resists the impulse. She has to hang on for this to work. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she tries to push as much power as she can into the fire jets-]
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She resists the impulse. She has to hang on for this to work. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she tries to push as much power as she can into the fire jets-]