*killua carries her over the foothills of the mountain, each powerful pump of his wings felt viscerally in the flexing of his chest against her. he feels great, his heart lifting with every push against the air, but when he notices his sister curling in even closer, feathered eyelids brushing his skin as she squeezes them shut in discomfort, and he frowns down at her in concern.*

i can land if you're feeling sick...