[It's... really nice, seeing him enjoy it this much, and Glory feels a flush of—pride? excitement? happiness?—something that makes her laugh, watching him.

Once they're in clear air there isn't much to do but go up, so she keeps going, rising quick enough to make their stomachs drop, high enough that the cityscape starts to flatten out beneath them. As they go it becomes more obvious that they're slowing down a little, from air resistance, but not enough to make an immediate difference.]