Tatehan would have told the driver to push the Skyblade to the same blitz speed they had used on the way to the Crosspoint, but he found himself hesitating. Something about the slower pace felt right in the moment.
He had been moving fast for days now (rushing from one crisis to the next, barely stopping to catch his breath) and this flight back home felt like a rare opportunity to just sit and think. To let the world pass by beneath him without urgency.
He had done something like this before, literally some hours ago on his way to crosspoint for the meeting.
He had relaxed for some time and watched the view but not so much because he was running late to the meeting, he still had to speed up.
But now? He settled deeper into his seat and let himself enjoy the view.
