Emily obediently followed, though in her mind, she was flying quite gracefully.<br/><br/>Back on the ground, Rylie chuckled at her familiar's lack of aerial prowess, "She's not very graceful, is she?" She quipped to Raphael.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Hey! I heard that.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Don't worry, this is all just part of her training. He won't really attempt to kill her. Injuries... I can't promise that won't happen. Demon law and all that shit."</span><br/><br/>"Eh. I can heal her."<br/><br/>Up in the sky, Emily was doing her best to dodge without tying her serpentine body into a knot. Magenta eyes widened as a ball of lightning headed straight for her face. On a whim, she opened her mouth and snapped it up.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Whoo! That tingles! Now all I need is some garlic and I can sneeze it back.</span><br/><br/>"All fear my mighty dragon," Rylie deadpanned, "For she sneezes."