Ceres chuckled slightly, shaking her head. "I'm hardly a scoundrel. I just enjoy the freedom of adventure, and the idea of living off of the gains of the wealthy, acquired through my own efforts are rather.... appealing, to me."<br/><br/>Listening to Soanala's comments about a potential ally, she frowned, looking at the Tower that dominated the centre of the sealed keep. "If... seems like a pretty large chance. For all we know, whatever's in there will be even more hostile than what we met out in the front yard."<br/><br/>Looking at the Keep for another moment as Soa stood before her, ready for a quick flight, Ceres smiled again at the Dragoon's question. "Simple, really. Hug yourself to me, and hold tight; Taking off from a standing start is a bit of a strain, but I can't exactly pull off a running start while carrying someone." She then pointed at a lonely window on what appeared to be the seventh floor of the keep. "I'll be aiming for there, so as soon as you're close enough, grab the ledge and pull yourself in."<br/><br/>She checked her equipment for a moment, picking up the sword she had salvaged and strapped it to her knife belt, letting the naked blade hang loosely as the be-gowned Dragoon paused, then awkwardly put her arms around Ceres' waist, squeezing tightly so as to avoid slipping. Ceres, for her part, concentrated, then moved, her wings pulling both women into the air, though slowly, the strain apparent on Ceres' face and furrowed brow as the additional weight, and earlier hours of flight made themselves felt, the strain building too quickly for comfort as Ceres arrowed upwards to the seventh floor window, before practically trying to shove Soanala into the room, her taloned fingers accidentally leaving a few tears in Soanala's dress.<br/><br/>Only after the Dragoon was safely inside Did Ceres pull herself in, her wings furling into themselves tightly as she leaned against the wall, breathing slowly. "Well... that took a bit out of me."