Crowley has spent centuries not flying, but he's always known how. It's always been there, in the back of his mind, the how of flying. He literally couldn't imagine himself not able to fly. It would be tragic, he thinks, to forget how. That must be how Xayah feels.
"That sucks." He looks back over the town. He could teach her, he supposes. He could show her how to use her wings and fly. It wouldn't even be hard. He looks back to her. Would that make her happy, flying again? She seems to really like it when he flies her places.
Oh, but it would be so nice of him, wouldn't it? He cringes a little inside.
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Crowley has spent centuries not flying, but he's always known how. It's always been there, in the back of his mind, the how of flying. He literally couldn't imagine himself not able to fly. It would be tragic, he thinks, to forget how. That must be how Xayah feels.
"That sucks." He looks back over the town. He could teach her, he supposes. He could show her how to use her wings and fly. It wouldn't even be hard. He looks back to her. Would that make her happy, flying again? She seems to really like it when he flies her places.
Oh, but it would be so nice of him, wouldn't it? He cringes a little inside.
"I could----you know---if you wanted---?"