Hope leaned into a corner and took care of what she needed to. She felt a little better, but now she needed to put some distance between her and the corner. She didn't exactly bring a mop with her to clean up. She stood up slowly, steadying herself. It wasn't pleasant, but she needed to do this.
Each step toward Iggy across the rooftop was careful and determined. She was trying to tune everything out except where she was going. It was like her periphrial vision was on steroids. "I'm gonna have to relearn how to fly," she said, shaking out her wings with an awkward smile.