[Rebecca, at first, hesitates and watches the glow between his fingers; she'd heard of his powers and seen pictures and clips from the news, but had never actually seen it herself. And now she gets to experience it firsthand. Traveling by plane has you buckled in on a large, mostly safe enclosure that's guaranteed to be smooth. She isn't sure what it'll be like to fly with just one other person guiding the way.
But she trusts and loves her son unconditionally, so her hesitation, a natural response to someone who isn't used to magic beyond whimsical stories that her sons would read and dream up, is soon brushed aside, and she reaches out to take his hand.]
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But she trusts and loves her son unconditionally, so her hesitation, a natural response to someone who isn't used to magic beyond whimsical stories that her sons would read and dream up, is soon brushed aside, and she reaches out to take his hand.]
A promise I'll hold you to, young man.