Speeding off of a huge arc around Ursa Major, Cheryl looks back and sees Roland hanging by his coat on one of the Pleiades. She hooks Camelopardalis’s neck, pulls in fast and loops wide to land, feet pointed, on the offending star.
She crouches next to his ear. “Rol. What the hell?”
“I was trying a thing.”
“Is that your hook over on Cass?”
“It was a weird thing. Just get me down.”
She unsticks him; he lands on one of the other sisters with an oomf. She swings off, swanlike, gets his hook, and hides it behind the moon.