Arlo and Inara soared towards the Yedlin Clan temple, a grin etched on Arlo's face the entire journey.
He ensured that Inara could savor the fleeting moments they had together. He rotated to face upwards; his vision was impaired, but the sight of Inara's happiness instilled in him a sense of purpose he hadn't felt in ages.
"How are you able to…"
Inara's words were cut short by the force of the wind.
Noticing Inara's struggle, Arlo swiftly ascended above the clouds to a region of lower atmospheric pressure.
"How are you able to fly? I've never come across an item with actual wings. Jetpacks are the only known flying devices, even among divine and mythic items, but your wings appear real, akin to a divine item. I've never encountered such an item. Who exactly are you?" Inara queried.
Arlo responded with a smirk, "Marry me, and I'll reveal all— even if you don't want to know."
