[She lets out a rather embarrassing squeak once she's lifted in the air with seemingly no effort at all, and her free hand moves up to cover her mouth, the other holding her son's hand tightly. It's not quite that she's afraid of falling, or that she fears heights more than the average civilian, but with no concept of something catching her if she falls over than Billy's hand? It's a bit much to swallow, even with them floating gently like this.
But she does not ask to be let down, or protests in any other way. She does, however, decide to hold his hand with both of her own, and her eyes are trained to the ground rather than what's ahead of them.]
Y-Yes, because I surely would let go if you didn't warn me. [Well. Perhaps that's where Billy got his sharp sarcastic tongue from.]
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But she does not ask to be let down, or protests in any other way. She does, however, decide to hold his hand with both of her own, and her eyes are trained to the ground rather than what's ahead of them.]
Y-Yes, because I surely would let go if you didn't warn me. [Well. Perhaps that's where Billy got his sharp sarcastic tongue from.]