Yes, yes - no need to fret. Daine drifts to the ground like a leaf, though she does have to do some flapping at the last moment to stop herself from landing too heavily. Her feet sink into last autumn's leaves, and she folds her wings neatly. See? That wasn't so bad.

She starts walking toward the ship's doors before Secret or Andrew can make any moves toward getting the little man down off of her back. His leg is still hurt, so she might as well carry him right in. Once again, it only takes a light nudge with her beak to open the door, and she steps inside, taking extra care with her footing because of her passenger. Flying up to the console would be quicker, but it would also involve a lot of flapping. Better to walk, if it'll jostle Andrew less.