In reality he'd never stand to see her with wings. He was a Celtic Demon, no more no less. If she had his pain of being taken and experimented on, he'd never let the ones who did it to her live it down. Spectre was also surprised she never screamed when he free fell from the tower. She truly was amazing. As he flew he had her tied to him with his will, she couldn't feel it but she was. She was kept to him tightly and luckily if anyone saw him they would think he was a gargoyle or ghost. His wings spread into a glide as he kept them high into the sky. Spectre was glad she was with him again, even to hold her like this was great. Looking to her he smiled, "If you wish you may fall asleep. When you wake... you will be home again."