"Only people who died from falling off large places can fly. And not even then. They just hover a few feet off the ground."
She looked down at her feet with a frown. "Well, I guess I didn't fall to my death then. That sucks." She paused before looking at her hands. "Wait, should there be an indicator of how I died?"
He seemed unsure, folding his hands together and twisting at a finger uncertainly in thought. "I don't know."
He tilted his head playfully. "Dragons don't exist in the real world, unless you're referring to lizards."
She scoffed, raising one eyebrow. "A flying, flaming lizard? C'mon, Warner, you and I both know that isn't what I'm talking about."
"Lots of rooms," he replied, knocking on a large door. "Don't get lost." A low voice emitted from the room. It was smooth and thoughtful. "Come in."
