Seeing the reaction her transforming into the falcon got from Hillary, Timea would've smiled if she had lips in her current form, though the amusement was still vissible in her avian eyes, having a certain spark to them. She bended through her knees when Hillary pulled Sibylla to her to allow them an easier time to get into the pouch, and cocked her head down when Hillary tried. She was about to give Hillary a boost, when Sibylla gave her a helping hand, instead.
As Hillary bounced around in the pouch, Timea let out a small chuckle at the sensation, but would politely ask her to stop if she was still doing it by the time Timea was flying.
"Oh, you two are sharing a pocket? Okay, then." Timea questioned, having the second pouch on her stomach sink into her body. "Hold on, now!" With the warning of a rocky start given, Timea spread her wings out slightly, and began running along the beach, extending the wings out fully after three paces, and beginning to flap after nine. By the twelfth step, Timea jumped up, and took to the air. From there, Timea banked around until she made a U-turn, and looked down. Nearing the tracks she left in the sand, Timea opened her beak, and blew a reasonably strong jet of air at the ground, displacing the sand, and removing the tracks in doing so.
When finished, Timea banked around once more, heading to the East. Like before, her two passengers wouldn't feel much wind blowing against them, though Hillary might see the feathers of Timea's wings being moved by winds, and having air streams trail faintly behind them.
"So, Sibylla," Timea began as she flew. "There weren't any other animals around on the beach, let alone anything large enough that could steal your meal. Although I do understand your worry", Timea stated, then paused. "How didn't you notice this, though? You seemed to be aware of your surroundings perfectly well at other times?"
OoC: Off to bed.
