[He kinda wants to hug her too, and pepper her with kisses and spoil her rotten. He's going to be riding this high for days. He does refrain, though, content to wait until they're safely on the ground. She worked hard on this, so he'd better not ruin it by causing her to crash when he asked her to drive so he wouldn't.
His cheeks are flushed, again due to both windsweep and pleasure, and he can't help looking back at her with a softer smile, warmed to the core despite the cold air around them. She really has given him an immense gift, here, and he hopes she realizes the scale of it. It's very different from the Armiger- there is no danger around him, but rather he's in the Regalia, the very definition of a safe space for him. The safest place he's ever known, where he's felt the most at home from childhood all the way until they'd had to abandon it in Gralea. Instead of power, blood, and ozone, it smells like gasoline and leather. It feels like the thrumming of an engine instead of magic in his veins and survival instinct keeping him in constant motion. He can sit back, relax, and enjoy the feeling of being in the air, safe while in flight, and there's no ticking clock in the back of his mind, reminding him to get back on the ground before the power runs dry and he falls from the sky. There's no monster around to swat him out of the air either, just Pyra, smiling back at him.
Yeah, this is amazing. He's going to treasure this. He doesn't even know what else to say, just:]
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His cheeks are flushed, again due to both windsweep and pleasure, and he can't help looking back at her with a softer smile, warmed to the core despite the cold air around them. She really has given him an immense gift, here, and he hopes she realizes the scale of it. It's very different from the Armiger- there is no danger around him, but rather he's in the Regalia, the very definition of a safe space for him. The safest place he's ever known, where he's felt the most at home from childhood all the way until they'd had to abandon it in Gralea. Instead of power, blood, and ozone, it smells like gasoline and leather. It feels like the thrumming of an engine instead of magic in his veins and survival instinct keeping him in constant motion. He can sit back, relax, and enjoy the feeling of being in the air, safe while in flight, and there's no ticking clock in the back of his mind, reminding him to get back on the ground before the power runs dry and he falls from the sky. There's no monster around to swat him out of the air either, just Pyra, smiling back at him.
Yeah, this is amazing. He's going to treasure this. He doesn't even know what else to say, just:]
Thanks... seriously, thank you. It's perfect.