I believe you! I probably wouldn't be very tasty, anyway..

[She braces herself to be let go, but is struck by the same fear that she had when Killua was carrying her. What will she do once she's in the air? Will she have any control? What if she gets distracted and fails to recover before it's too late? What if her wings have a mind of their own and send her diving straight off the mountainside into the rocks? Alluka's face screws up in abstract thought, not one of them coming to fruition in her shaky, high-pitched voice because she's determined to impress her brother. She attempts to flap free, and, with just a little hesitation, she declares:]

Ready!

[The look in her eyes is that of someone who's not ready at all, however.]