"I owe you one more thing. Shall we?"
Elisabeth looked up at him, still flushed, still rattled, and the confusion that crept across her features was genuine. "...What?"
Quinlan answered Elisabeth's question by tearing a hole in Velara's cathedral.
Wind gathered beneath the group in a single compressed column and lifted every person off the stone floor at once, smooth and effortless.
By the time Elisabeth realized her feet were no longer touching ground, the vaulted ceiling was already rushing toward them.
Quinlan raised one hand and the stone parted, folding outward in a clean circle to reveal winter sky.
The group floated through the opening into cold air above the city.
Velara, robes billowing around her ankles, watched her cathedral's roof peel apart and turned a look on Quinlan so dry it could have started a brushfire. "Are you doing this on purpose?"
She exhaled tiredly before he could respond. "Don't even answer. I know you are."
