Her body corsed another wave of heat without the wind. Luckily it came right after and extended the duration of the burst. She allowed his question to drift on the wind, answering when her body had calmed down once more. 
"It is nothing. I'm just cold." She lied her body corsing by itself again, as she would grow slightly embarrassed he noticed something so small about someone he shouldn't care for all that much. 

Less hesitated than before she would get onto his back. More prepared for take off. Her hands latching where they were before. A stronger grip held. Her wings flapping slightly through the faint gusts of wind. Before straighting into a line, for better arrow dynamics that would allow him to fly better with her weight than before. [@MrStitches]