"I am thinking," she kept wanting to duck away from the things flailing behind her head, but couldn't get away from them, "that Stacy has decided to give me the wings of a certain deity, the Swift Death. And that I hope she has not given me the power to carry off peoples' souls and reunite them with their gods. Because that would be a very rude thing to do to someone who has not sworn an oath to the Swift Death."

She actually managed to get her left wings to row, rather than flutter, and turned to face Starfire. Progress!

"It would be even ruder to do it while they were still alive."