Glimmer can feel and hear the way Ellie's breath catches. It's one of those small things that she notices. One of those small things she doesn't make a big deal out of noticing. She closes her eyes and lets the rush of air carry her off with Ellie as Artichoke launches himself skyward. The feeling of Ellie's hand on her arm is comforting, even if the height doesn't particularly bother her--it's nice to feel protected, sometimes.

"...Mostly just soldiers," Glimmer admits. "Why?"