"Right."

She pokes Walta in the forehead, and says, "Si Vales Valeo," leaving behind a silver dot. After a moment she shudders, and Walta feels much better.

"Ohhhh that feels better." She rubs her hands together. "Wow, I'd lost more feeling than I thought I did... You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's sympathetic healing, so I was feeling it for a moment, but it passed quickly."

"That can't have been fun. I don't even know the full list of what was wrong. Let's keep flying! I could probably fly for hours now!"

"Okay!"

So they fly for hours, with intermittent breaks to wind up Walta's wings.

"I'm starving," Emily says eventually.

"Then let's go eat and drink, since we've already been merry."

"I like the way you think!"

"Why thank you. I like the way your magic works and Milliways and our grand plan and you. Bit early to tell about Edie yet."

"Fair."

She stays transformed to walk back in. "Heady feeling, being magic magic magic, eh?"

"Kinda, yeah. You get used to it some."

"Where does it keep the stuff? The clothes, my turnkey, your wings, my brass. Does it make them and then delete? Does it have them stored somewhere? If I tear the costume does it come back fixed?"

"It does come back fixed. It's...not normal stuff, exactly. It's inherently magical, a temporary construct."

"So many experiments to do when this is all settled."

"There's been stuff published about it, probably best to read that first."

"Yep, that's science for you. Read what's already been done, other people did most of the work for you... Speaking of which I still owe you an explanation of. Tesla cannons. But that can wait a bit longer."

"Yeah."

"...Guhhh I had to go and ruin the good mood let's go eat something already."

"Hey, trust me, it's totally reasonable for you to be periodically depressing after what you've been through."

"Reasonable? Sure. A good thing, no."

"I suppose. Anyway, yes, food."

Walta orders ice cream. Chocolate. "I ate not too long ago."

"Hence deliciousness over quantity. Very sensible."