[A year or two ago, Elsword might have laughed at Add's squealing. A year or two ago, he couldn't fly also, but he could still (would still) pick Add up and just move on like that. It was always fun to tease him, to mess around like that, to do dumb shit with the rest of the party that would leave all of them laughing so hard they were gasping for air. Now... there's no laughing or internal serotonin rush that comes from it, but somehow, Elsword's usually stone-cold expression changes. His lips quirk into a small smile, a brief glimmer of some emotion under the impenetrable surface of water that normally blankets them.]

You said you had splinters. [This point has absolutely nothing to do with flying; it's more of a warning that he is going to help Add scout those out and remove them as soon as they're back.] Hang onto me. I can't use my other arm right now. It's either this, or I throw you over my shoulder.

[The smirking continues. Once Add is secured, if he actually holds on or not, it's a simple matter of calling forth Sephira's wings. The six of them beat powerfully to build lift, kicking up loose soil and dead leaves on the forest floor (and probably blowing Add's hair around to boot, hold onto your hat). Taking to the skies officially is done with a crouch and a jump like a lion leaping, and then they're off.

It's a short flight. For all that ceremony, it's literally three minutes out of their day, and Elsword comes to land right in front of the inn without further fanfare. At which point, he'll be nice and set Add down before they go in.

You know. Wouldn't want to embarrass him by having people inside see them.]