[Oh no, his face actually turned a slight tint of red, to his remark and to being grabbed by the wrist. The thought of holding his hand crosses his mind. He takes a deep breath.]
This way. [He starts floating along in a direction, wings twinkling.] We have a long trek ahead of us. [Lucky him.]
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This way. [He starts floating along in a direction, wings twinkling.] We have a long trek ahead of us. [Lucky him.]