Caleb watched the wings wilt and felt a little bad about that. He should have just lied to Adrian - what had it helped telling the truth? It was too late either way and Caleb just tried to cheer him up.
"No, I'm ready to go back. I didn't get very far in my whittling and maybe we'll find some food, yeah?" Caleb slid off the tree and stretched. "No racing - the terrain's too uneven. If you want to fly, feel free."