[He’s quiet for a long moment before he turns to peer at Summer, thoughtful. He looks like he wants to say something, but changes his mind... then decides to go ahead again.]

You shouldn’t push yourself. [There’s some teasing to his voice. A little.] I don’t want to end up impaled on a tree because of your mismanagement.

Besides, I’ve done my time with flying. It was sufficient while it lasted. I prefer not to have the liability of special abilities, no matter how convnenient.