( the moment he feels gravity start to betray him, he flaps his wings hard to make sure they don't fall. even if he is light, that doesn't mean it won't hurt if sylvain takes a tumble with them both. he muffles his yelp in sylvain's chest, squeezing his eyes shut tight - and only when there's a long moment of no movement does he blink and look up, around, and then down.

ah. oh.

he'd noticed sylvain's... well, happiness, before. he was going to idly assure him he wasn't bothered and would offer to help him out, except -

well. the shortest parts of his layered hair fan and flutter around his and sylvain's face, like a curtain drawn to keep their faces private. )

... I was going to suggest helping you out with your "problem" after we were free, but I suppose this has now grown more difficult.

( and with the way aspen is pressed up against sylvain, he may realize that he's not the only one affected. )