"I've got mine," Kit says, fishing the crude necklace containing her gem out of one of her belt pouches. It might seem odd to the others that Kit sleeps with her belt on, but she's so used to it by now that she doesn't even notice it.

Kit shakes her head at the notion of going up, though, even as her wings reappear. "If there's smoke, we want to go down," Kit says. "Smoke rises, and the water's below us anyway."

She reaches into a belt pouch again and offers Riona a vial of the glittering golden dust. "Here," she says. "It wears off eventually, but this'll let you fly without your wings for a little while." Certainly long enough to get down to the water.