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He was right behind her when he spoke. “Do you think you could land with your eyes closed?”
She seemed uncertain, looking down at herself again before seeming to steel herself. “Let’s go now.”
She would occasionally bump up against him, but she actually did well, moving around easily.
She nodded, holding her swimsuit to her chest. “Probably. Are we changing right now?”
“Fires,” he agreed playfully. “Gotta stay prepared.”
She nodded, taking his arm again, her distress momentarily forgotten.
She took it gently from him before backing away and tossing it to him. “Like that.”
He came up in front of her. “I’m right here. Fly around a little and I’ll stop you from causing too many fires.”
She tilted her head as she squinted at it before her face brightened. “Oh! A flying disc! We got one once for the dog. They’re fun.”
“You’re doing excellently, Calliope,” he said approvingly. “Now, it’s your final test. I want you to close your eyes.”
When he turned back to her, he would see her staring in a mirror. Her brows were furrowed and she had a sad, uncertain look on her face. He...
She would find she had a better idea of proprioception, maneuvering around with ease. Ben nodded, folding his arms. “Good...”
She looked up at him and tilted her head. “You are such a relief,” she said quietly. “No, this is perfect. Thank you.”
“You’re doing well,” he instructed. “Now, I want you to move around the room on your own.”
She frowned, before nodding. “Let’s go check it out.”
She managed to maintain her position and he nodded, flying around her gently, correcting her position occasionally. “There you go.”
She looked up at him curiously, tilting her head. “What is it?”
“I’m going to let go of your hands now,” he said gently. “Continue to think about the space your wings are holding.”
She took it, looking up at him shyly after a moment. “Thanks, Z. This looks nice.”
He flew over to her, taking her hands. “There we go. Think about that distance that your wings take up. Thing about their range of motion.”
