Peter had paused a moment to let the duck nuzzle against his cheek, smirking a bit at Elaine's comment. But when the girl stepped closer to the edge, Peter furrowed his brow. "Elaine, are you planning on flying with her or something?" he asked, his voice gentle.
Sudden questions about how she was planning to leave flared in his mind, silently cursing himself for not prying harder before coming up here. He was sure that if she fell, he could catch her, but if she jumped, would she want it?