Edwin stares for a moment, then snaps out of it, getting back in the saddle and urging Huxley forward. The horse snorts and refuses to move for a moment, but finally relents and starts walking.

"Have you always been an air spirit?" Edwin asks after a short while, looking over to Sky and trying to not boggle. If she had wings, he could handle it better. But flying without wings strikes him as just plain bizarre.