As directed, Bel stepped onto his feet and put her arms around Candon's neck, ready for take-off. It was only as they started to lift that she realized her hair was going to be troublesome, also, probably chilly considering she was dressed for surface-level beach party. There was no going back now though and she hung onto him as they rose.
About 100 Meters Above the Sea
Fluffing her wings experimentally, feeling the wind currents as they flowed around them in the coolness of the dark, keeping care not to extend them far enough to catch the breeze and flip her off unprepared. Slender, with the bone structure required to support her ability to fly, Mehitabel was light for her size, resting gently against his chest for a few moments before she nodded. "This should be plenty of space. Thank you, Suites-heisho," she said over the wing blowing past their ears. Her lips drew tight briefly as her alcohol-hazed mind considered.
"I am going to thank you again for saving my life," Bel didn't give Candon a chance to process that before planting a kiss on his lips, or close to it in the dark, "Admittedly I do not know that much about you, which is perhaps gratifying to hear, but... I know you are not interested in romance. Consider that simply the thanks of a grateful girl."
With a flick of her wings she caught the wind , and with the rustle of a great immense bird lifted away from her carrier. Her light colored clothing stood out in the darkness as Candon could see her lift away on the air current until Mehitabel was nothing more then a shadow against a starry background. That was gone as well, leaving Suites alone in the sky. Then something rushed past close at hand, a vortex of air puffs washing over him as white wings-beat, flashing past him.