Aelas clutches tightly, her hands in the shock of the Pilgrim's hair, her knees pressed around his neck, though not sooo tightly that they'd stop him breathing. And then the world is mist and smoke and Aelas can't stop a shriek, a mix of terror and delight all in one, though she swiftly puts a hand over her own mouth and holds on with the other. This isn't like riding Butterfly. The speed there was wild and free, beautiful and far-reaching. This, this is close, wrapping and caressing her, shrinking her whole world so that it's just her and the pilgrim. She ought to be afraid, but this is too nice.

"They're looking for someone who's missing" she breathes into his ear as they run. "I could hear them, the way they're shouting. They think we took them, but they're wrong. Maybe...if we found the person who's lost..." She trails off. Isaac is the guide for where to run, she's the one being carried.