[ Her cheeks flush at the praise. There are, indeed, many things she cannot do... as well as many more things of which she's capable, just that she hasn't shown them in all this time. And at the height of her power, reality is hers.

In some sense, working on this flying mechanism itself had been a treat. From the moment she had stepped into this realm, she's been putting herself to work on various things and ideas, but it's been so long since she's made anything as complex as this. ] Having your family in mind did make me make this as extra-safe as possible.

[ As if she wouldn't have had already! But the thought of his friends and family worrying about each other as they fly, or worse, not wanting someone to fly because they are worried-- she had wanted to do everything she could to assure that they're safe. She glances at him, lifting up a hand to brush a few wayward strands of hair away from her face. ] It was... fun to work on this, too.

[ The wings themselves had been wonderful to see come to life again. She has so few things of her world in this one, and after the Fetter nearly killed him, she'd never wish for any of her Artifices to make an appearance, either (were that even possible), no matter how much she might miss them. But seeing the wings themselves brings a nostalgic expression to her face. It's almost like having another piece of her homeworld in this world, too.

Shyly, though, she wants to know his opinion on them-- ] Do you... like the wings? How they look.