Jo fires his captured bird like a bolt past the tumbling dragon, pulls a wide fast arc below Cass, and catches her with a couple of hundred feet to spare. Cinder’s wings unfold, she gives a startled roar and nearly flattens a farmhouse.
Cass has her arms around his neck for a second, and then there is an awkward moment.
“Oh,” she says. “Hey.”
For a second there is nothing but the whoosh of wind and the swish of the bird’s wings.
“Thanks for saving -”
“Hey, so maybe we should land?”
“Oh. Right. Hold on.”