Their journey back to Nightbrook took a bit longer than Belle had thought it would, despite how fast Rohan flew, at a speed that made breathing in the horizon hard and harsh. The wind beat so fiercely against her face that she couldn't breathe, and even though she tried to hide her face, it was impossible to take a soothing breath this high up.
As if sensing her discomfort, he would stop on top of any mountain or tall tree to allow her to breathe, and then he would resume. Only, whenever he resumed, he flew lower than before to help her breathe more easily. They hadn't spoken since the journey began, and she doubted she would even hear him through the howling wind in her ears.
Just like her, she could tell Angel was uncomfortable too, as he kept whimpering softly. Because of that, Rohan had to slow his movement and fly even lower, staying just above the trees, sometimes almost touching the ground.
