She was doing so well, Tink didn't really understand why she didn't just want to fly home, but Tink wouldn't push her. She had just gotten her super confident about leaving the grass and the bench. If Christine really wanted to go home with her legs, Tink couldn't stop her and maybe she would want to fly again later. Flying with dust was one of those things that could be done anywhere, indoors and outdoors. "Okay." Tinker Bell mouthed, being agreeable for once.
When Christine mentioned she was not of this world, Tink wondered how many people, big or small, came from other places like them.
"When you're ready to stop flying, just point your feet towards the ground and think about going down." Se mouthed, getting close enough so Christine could see the instructions. Tink put her legs together, pointing them toward the ground, and floated slowly downwards into the grass, letting her wings stay still until she had settled into the grass, which was almost taller than she was. She looked up, seeing Christine floating over her, before flitting her wings again, shooting out of the grass towards her new friend. Easy.