[ Biting his tongue so as not to be a downer on her excitement, he gives a short nod as they walk along the street. Or, try to walk anyway, he comes to an abrupt stop when she flits in close. Really, he can't keep walking into her when she catches him off guard, or it'll be all he's known for. ]

Sort of? Not properly… [ Flying is still a generous description, if he's honest. ] And not really for any extended period of time.

[ Translation: ten, maybe fifteen minutes, tops. Getting from Libeccio to Lake Dala at the start of the month was pushing it, and now he's paying the price — literally. There are aches in places he didn't even know could feel pain. ]

So, uh… Well, getting from here to the mall wouldn't be an option, is what I mean.