The curtains blew gently and Ben returned about five minutes later, holding a small cube in his hands.
"Yeah. They have a reserve for curious elves," he teased, coming over to her and offering her the cube.
She would suddenly feel a rush of energy, and something flickered over her shoulder. Wings, soft dark blue ones, fluttered, connected to her back
She blinked, her eyes widening. They looked almost like cicada wings, and she hesitated. "I.. I can't fly, Ben."
"Neither could I," he told her gently, giving her a quick kiss and taking her hands. "They'll do most of the work for you."