He grabs the railing when the ship lurches and reaches out a hand to steady Chrom if he needs it. “I can imagine having your ride being living cuts out a lot of the pre-flight checks. Air machines usually have some kind of means to get airborne. You have to check it and whatever equipment you have to read the wind, communicate with the ground, and fuel gauge. It takes about five to ten minutes depending on how practiced you are. If it were a living beast...”

He looks up at the sky over head and his eyes narrow before he smiles. “Okay. I think I have the gist of it.” That would be something to experience. If they have anything like that here. “What are you the most familiar with?” He doesn’t mind this. It even rekindles that spark he has always had for the sky and exploring the furthest reaches. Not that it ever needed reignited.

The Galra coukdn’t take that from him.