Saturday keeps her grip, hoping very much that this isn't something Alloran actually needs - presumably he'd have said if it was. She almost loses it when the wings meet over her head, but that was out of pure surprise and doesn't count.

"Go go go go go - " she chants softly, as if her willpower alone can lend strength to Alloran's wings. The thing snatches blindly at them as he forces gravity down like it's a boxer who doesn't know when the quit, and then they're off, zooming over the wreckage as the nightrender bellows in frustration behind them.

But it's not pursuing. In fact it's still on its back, rocking like an overturned turtle, horrible little limbs waving in the air. She'd laugh if her mouth wasn't dry.

"Negative on pursuit! We should be okay to land. Get me ten feet above the ground an' I can jump the rest of the way."