She was holding his tightly, her eyes squeezed shut. "I-I can't get around like this. I'll never make it!"
She was only floating about a foot off the bed and he was holding her hands, looking up at her. "I won't let you go, okay?"
It obeyed her and he tilted his head. "These aren't real wings. They're made of Magyck. They're designed to help patients with mobility issues, or teach Fae with mental limitations on how to fly. It's... easily accessible. Do you see? Nothing bad will happen."
He led her forward, taking her hand gently. "There you go," he soothed, looking up at her. "You're a natural."
"I thought Puck was put in a room," Ben mused for a moment. "But... I mean, I gotta be honest, I wasn't really listening."