Then...

[ Gently, and ever-mindful of her balance, he sees her two feet placed upon the ground, though he continues to hover, testing himself in the absence of the mana-link between them. Already, he's been airborne for far longer than he's ever been before, and though there is some distant part of him which would like to truly discover his limitations; to return to the height from which they'd surveyed Graupera, the great fortress of old, there is work yet to be done upon the ground.

(And many, many more useless, guileless sentiments which he has yet to convey.) ]

We are cut from the same cloth, you and I. [ Which is quite the declaration, is it not? ] And if the Gods of Enprise should at all resemble those which hail from my realm, you will never forget the sight.

[ Monsters, all of them, so very much like himself—he would not suffer a single one. ]

Now that we are so united by common cause, will you use weapon against me...?

[ No, he hasn't at all forgotten what he'd offered before, to put the versatility of her Sinner's Shawl to the test. ]