now I can fly around

Wrecker hisses in a pained breath as heat singes their ear; they lower their head and tremble for a moment at the pain of it as they pass through the bridges.

After a moment of quiet collection, they turn to the guide and regard him with a wary but grateful expression. "Oy, listen..." Wrecker mutters, tail tucking. "Could you -- like. Uh... show me?" She gestures over her shoulder. Fuck. Their ear stings-- the pain is deep.

That fucking sucked.

Wrecker uses CHARISMA