A hummed note rather than nod of his head, because he launches as soon as he feels Xie Lian settle in place, the silk bandage likewise a thing of its own energies sensed and taken in stride. He narrows the field of his air control, still keeping it calmest around his passengers, and he curves and serpentines through the air until he hits the upswirling wind he was looking for.

There's nothing to see, precisely, only to hear, and he can dull the howling winds only so much without wasting energy in pretending they're kinder than they are. It's not a fully smooth journey, but he attempts to keep his body as level as he can, only once having to correct abruptly for the sudden meeting of two airstreams thrusting him down sharply, leaving him in a strange sort of dipped U shape to keep all passengers in place before he can steady out again.

This, testing Xie Lian and his silk bandage's aptitudes.