Arete blinked at him, exhausted. Why did he have to fly? Sighing softly, she flapped her wings; her left wing was dragging slightly in the air and it took her longer than usual to fly to Satoshi. She folded her wings immediately upon landing, holding a wooden staff as she followed Soji slowly. She tiredly yawned, then continued to walk, her soft combed curly hair swinging on her shoulders. "Sorry if I'm late. Rough trip over."