It shouldn't have mattered to Ishiah whether or not such an activity appealed to Lucy, and yet somehow it did, to the point where hearing that she approved of the idea was met with a sense of pride. Most humans seemed afraid to take such a plunge from great heights, too concerned over their own safety or too distrusting in other people and the tools they employed, one of only many things which drove the race apart. The only indication he really gave was in his eyes, blazing with an emotion he had not found since arriving on the island.

And it quieted, slightly, as the peri was made to turn and face his own problems. "Partially, perhaps," he admitted, a cut in his brow deepening as he realized that he wasn't entirely sure. "It does relieve my stress, a great deal of which is caused by my concern for Robin's welfare. He is doing slightly better these days, but I do wonder if it's just a facade kept up by a clock that's winding down. I simply hope he returns to Manhattan before it becomes a true problem. But another reason is my selfish desire to return to the skies, now that they have been so stripped from me."