Izzy had always wondered if a Dragonite's wings were ever actually useful at all. From what she could tell about them, they were simply the derpiest wings to belong on a creature of its size. Despite the fact that she knew they could indeed carry a Dragonite's mass through the air, Izzy still thought they were probably really useless and also stupid. The moment currently occurring in her life only solidified this suspicion in her mind, as she heard them working to try and do something but the gentlemanly Janus was still tumbling down down doooown.

Shit, damn and cooooookay nevermind she wasn't being crushed under the weight of the dragon she was flying off in god knows what direction. Good. Awesome. Great. Now where was she?

Izzy felt around with her wings. Alright. It was fleshy, smelled a little like cheap girly perfume mixed with apricorns and... not... breathing? Oh. Ohohohohohohehehehehe.

She gave her a big fat batty kiss.