"Well, hell. Anything that involves barfin' up fire is a good idea in my books. If it'll make this flyin' stuff easier, can't hurt to try it out."

The wing Blacky had been sniffing at folded, drawing closer to Char's back. Was there something a little self-conscious about the gesture? Of course not. Heavens, no. Char simply didn't do self-conscious. There was nothing wrong with having not-so-perfect wings. Scars were badass, even if wonky lopsided flying... really wasn't.