What felt like an entire day of travel had actually only been two hours.
Not that either Lisandra or Alphonse was complaining. They were both too busy being quietly, genuinely impressed, because Amael hadn't slowed down once. Not a single reduction in pace, not a moment of breathing, not the slightest indication that carrying two full-grown women across an ocean at that speed was costing him anything at all. He moved through the sky with the same unhurried ease as someone taking a morning stroll.
Well. He was the son of a Guardian God.
This might be the minimum expected from someone like him along defeating a Guardian Spirit.
Somewhere over the open ocean, Lisandra had quietly abandoned her pride.
