Hey, hey. We have steady air legs in this contraption I built.

[ Nikolai's beside her in seconds, his legs firm, his feet unwavering. It's almost as though he should be a seagull instead of a sea crab, what with how he takes to the air like he's on the ground.

Sometime between moving from the basket's wooden edge to the centre where she wobbles, he's taken off his thick golden blazer and has tugged it around her. It's not the best encasing, but it'll do, especially with how he wraps his arm around her shoulders to gently tug her to the sturdy wooden floor. ]

Sailing this high isn't for everyone, especially on their first go. When I hit the air my first time, let's just say I had to make many apologies for who was standing beneath me.

[ He chuckles, coming to sit on his knees. ]

Breathing and insulting me usually helps.