[Completely oblivious--and also a poor source of that food that he's keeping so close to his chest right now, what with the calm of the lifestream, Jo gives him a careful nod. There's a part of her that wants to show off: she could get just about anything at this point, zinging off with a powerful spring to land with only slightly softer thud against a far surface. She's managed to leap an entire floor without really putting as much flapping behind her once or twice. She's been practicing.

...That thought, however, stills her from setting off to brag. Alla's probably not sure what the hell is going on, and Jo remembers how fiercely she'd felt about that. It hadn't helped that, at the time, the sword had been missing from the center of the life stream here and the beam of light had been a chilling, horrifying blue. She didn't want to wish that on anyone.

So she gives him a wry look and then offers her arm.] Alright, you have different wings from me, but that's everyone, don't worry about it. You'll find a way that works for you. Generally, you want to pretend like... like you're lifting something heavy, like a box, maybe. Bend your knees, flap those suckers when you're pushing up. Then keep flapping. Stare at where you want to go and you'll get there.

[She points at the hole in the center of the roof, saying,] let's aim for that first, okay?