[Byleth fought the urge to roll his shoulders at the unfamiliar weight on his back. Alear wasn't heavy in the slightest, but his finely honed battle insticts were twitchy at having someone so close to a vulnerable point... especially after the whole 'Arval-as-Shez-literally-backstabbed-me' thing.]

It's alright, you weigh little. If you feel tension in my body, it's because I'm just... unused to having someone this close to me. I'll adjust.

[With that he unfurled his wings, stretching them out to their very limits before giving them a few, experimental flaps. He wanted to make sure the movement didn't dislodge Alear, and to get a feel of the flex of muscle and joint rotation. Once he was satisfied, he crouched, muscles bunching up and-

-he leapt up, his wings beating powerfully as he did so, catching the air despite the basic laws of physics saying such a thing on something so big was impossible. It turned out flying was instinctive! Fortunately for them both...]