[ He might be able to stop her metaphorical (for now) wings from flapping, but her heart on the other hand--the only thing keeping that in place is her rib cage, and from the sudden ache and tightness of things her bones might give. ]

Then--I'll give you a bottle, if you like it so much...

[ Just please stop teasing her like this??? Heart can't take it. She struggles a little harder even though logically she knows that if Hak doesn't want to let her go there's nothing she can do about it and it's nice and warm and she prefers it here. ]