Whizzle looked amusingly at the boy she was carrying as he started to protest and struggle against her grip. His struggling was at best a nuisance, although it didn't seem like he was trying too hard. If he was this much against hitching a ride, Whizzle should just comply and set him down, although there could be one more thing she could do, she thought as she took a glance on the trees below.Her flying then started to sway around dangerously according to Nathan's struggling.

"Ah! Please don't move-eeeeeekkk!" she managed before she seemingly lost her concentration on flying and started to crash down and hitting the foliage while still keeping her hold on Nathan. The grip was released soon after they hit the trees and the two stumbled down separately. Whatever Nathan do however, he would find Whizzle lying down not far from him, one wing bend out of angle.