If she'd care, she might've been jealous at some of the feats the angel was able to perform, but flying was so exhilerating in of itself that she couldn't bring herself to feel jealousy.
Sonya had been right about the conditions, though. The city in the summer was almost idealic for soaring in the air, the currents of hot air meant that she barely had to flap her wings at all, only adjust her wingspan to change direction. Currently she was having a fun time merely soaring in the air, watching the people in the streets as easily as if she were right next to them.