Narron smiled happily at her excitement and nodded when she said she wasn't busy. If she wasn't working, then that was fine.
"All right, then," he said.
The man shook his head when Ewe contemplated her weight.
"No worries," he replied.
The fisher man had spent his entire life flying, on boats, or trading with the men from the main land. He was used to lifting and hauling heavy burdens. The young woman, who was only a few inches shorter than him and weighed considerably less, was nothing compared to that.
He wasn't worried about the remainder of the contents of the hamper being stolen, either, so he promptly walked up to her and wrapped his arms tightly, but gently, around her waist. Their bodies were pressed close enough that he could hear her heart beat.
"Wrap your arms around my neck. Hold on tight, okay?" he instructed Ewelani before lifting off into the clear, blue sky.
Flying with other people was tricky, and Narron didn't like to do it often because he couldn't move as well or fast, which made avoiding obstacles a bit difficult. He shot straight up with the girl. The sound of his wings beating was loud against the sound of the wind, which violently tousled their hair. Narron was glad that he braided his, though he regretted not putting on a bandanna that day because of his bangs.
He stopped once they reached a high enough altitude that the entire village was within their sight, and they could see the breathtaking scenery of the island and ocean that sprawled all around them.
"Are you okay?" he asked, "Which way do you want to go?"