Emotions were easily felt by the peri — if anything, he probably felt them in a manner more pure than most, given that life to him was still mostly a checkerboard of blacks and whites with very little in the middle at all. What was more difficult was acknowledging them verbally. He had learned, after all, that there were certain things better left unsaid and that on the whole, given how few friends or close acquaintances he had, Ishiah didn't stand to lose as much by being silent longer than was ideal than he did giving up too many of his secrets. His weaknesses. He was, of course, beginning to trust Lucy enough that it shouldn't have been a concern, if it weren't for the fact that Ishiah never knew how much to trust the judgment of humans, even if everything else was in the right place.

His eyes lingered on the subtle change in Lucy's expression, the wet-eyed look one familiar to him. Lately, usually thanks to the presence of a mirror. And it made his gaze soften as it ever did for Lucy, someone he would have checked on every day if possible; part of him, however, always feared that if she grew too attached and he were pulled away from the island before she left, herself, that it would end up being the last straw on the camel's back.

"I know someone who has fashioned a pair of hang gliders, and have tested them so often that I am confident in their reliability." Ishiah filled Lucy's glass with more juice, wondering if she'd eaten properly that day, if she had enough sugar in her bloodstream, hoping that her sorrow wasn't getting in the way of her health. "I have always enjoyed flying. Gliding may not be exactly the same type of beast, but the thrill is a similar one. Each can hold two at once, if that would make you feel safer. I think that you might enjoy it."