She could only pass Hope a look but chose not to comment on the honeymoon activities.

Daff laughed outwardly at Hanna's comment on flying though, hardly able to contain the mirth. "Elias is a wonderful teacher— I can fly in a low, straight, slow line. It's fine." Daff had gotten better with his careful, patient instruction. She had practiced without any more injuries or major spills. It was a drastic improvement from her previous attempts. She supposed it mattered more now; he loved it so much, so she would too. Elias had already picked up so much about flowers, though she supposed she hadn't expected him to. It was a good sort of push and pull, a challenge, something worthwhile that they could do together. It was what you did for someone you loved, without question.

"There have been no injuries to report." She said, tipping her chin up in slight defiance.