He considered that, picturing the wings on his back. His shoulders already felt warmer, Clementine’s feathers brushing across his neck. All it took was imagining her taking off and suddenly the heat was gone. He glanced up to see her flames taking form above him, and he didn’t hesitate to hold out his left arm.
She fluttered down with absolute grace–showing off no doubt–and perched on his arm.
“Just like I remember,” Ana smiled.
“Hello everyone,” Clementine chimed. “You may call me Your Majesty.”
McCree rolled his eyes and shook his arm. “Knock it off you overrated swan.”
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