[The protag instincts are well in effect, and he catches her pretty easily-- she's like a fucking feather, no pun intended. Mindful of her wings, he catches her legs and then her back, leaving her slung across his chest bridal-style. He grins.]
Nice. [And then he sinks into a crouch to let her down, feet first and keeping a hand at her back in case she's unsteady.]
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Nice. [And then he sinks into a crouch to let her down, feet first and keeping a hand at her back in case she's unsteady.]