It had probably been ten minutes since his last wing beat, but he noticed that Prometheus had to flap his wings like a hummingbird. Though was considerably heavier than a hummingbird. And hummingbirds didn't try to fly 300 malms in one go.

Hades was enjoying himself, but he was concerned that Prometheus would burn out well before their journey was finished. He didn't want to insult him... But he was prepared to carry him the rest of the way. I would be easy.

"We can rest," he said through the sound of the wind whipping past them. He definitely just projected that into Prometheus' mind for the convenience of it... Though unthinkingly spoke in Amaurotine. It should be fine. "Or I can ferry you easily..."