"It sounds like something I would enjoy," Lucy said, nodding her agreement, expression still thoughtful. From what she could see, at least where it applied to her, it struck a good balance; she'd grown vaguely reckless since Ryan had disappeared, and hang gliding was sure to provide the sort of exhilaration she craved, while at the same time, she felt more safe with Ishiah than probably anyone else on the island, and that, too, brought with it a certain appeal. He was bound to leave her someday, just like all the rest had, but for now, she would take all she could from this.

With a deep breath in, she cleared her throat, not wanting to get too caught up in sentimentality at a time like this, though there was a part of her that still couldn't shake that need to be close to someone. "I'd want to at least try it with you, first," she continued, refraining from mentioning that it would be for the security it provided, regardless of how safe a practice it was. Almost instinctively reaching for the juice he'd poured and taking a sip, she swallowed heavily, resting her hand on the counter after she'd set the glass down again. "So you do that a lot, huh? Is that because of —" Unsure quite how to phrase it, despite knowing exactly what she meant, she cut herself off, hoping the silence would be indication enough that she was referring to what he had confided in her that night at the ball.