"That's a terrible idea." Zephyr thumps his head off the ground. Notably, he doesn't otherwise move. "I'm just as likely to kill you, too." Something rational murmurs under this, something at the back of his mind reminding him that there is no Niddhogg here, no great consumer of souls.

--surely it's only a matter of time.

"How do you think you're going to stop me from taking off once you let me up?"