So it’s guilt, then. Sarah couldn’t fly, or at least she’d never learned how. But she found now that when she wanted to, her wings responded, even though she couldn’t have said exactly what they were doing or why. “I’d love to help them, but I was kinda in the middle of something. Please, if you won’t take me straight to Ocellus…” She trailed off suddenly, remembering that she hadn’t been the only one. “What about James?”