...I don't think this counts as flying.

( That's what he finally replies after a moment, sighing a quiet breath of an exhale. His good wings flex slightly, and sure enough, it doesn't change a thing about where they are in this expanse of sky. His hug loosens further, too, so that he can pull back enough to see Azula's face, and they still stay floating, not falling.

But, at the very least, Shealtiel looks relieved. )

Thanks, though. ...For helping me with all of that. I get stupid nightmares like that all the time.