Fjord decides to be a little bit of a dick in honour of his offended balls and tugs Revel in, cloak cast around him and an arm securely around his waist a moment before the sonic BOOM of Fly launches them into the storm like a rocket. Fjord tilts their trajectory, a blue streak in the grey wracking clouds, toward the haus, and shouts over the noise.

"Don't let go before we get there!"