Ilphyl nods and heads off. They had reviewed the layout before the mission, so they wouldn't have trouble getting to a spot with clear sky. After a check to make sure the area was still clear, and changing out their communication device's straps to be able to stay on their neck -- what was loose on their neck now would be a snug but not choking fit, with a safety to break if it is caught on something -- they shift...

... their new size is awkward, and it still frustrates Ilphyl that this feels better than their natural form after working so long to be comfortable in their own skin, but flying is still pretty awesome. Even with the knowledge that falling was also a risk.