Jon isn’t schooled in Celestial lore, so Murmur calling himself a Throne doesn’t make much sense to him, and he makes a mental note to ask about it later. That’s filed in the back of his mind for the moment while Jon pushes the pieces of what Murmur is suggesting together. It takes him a moment, but he does get there.

“Oh … right, yes.” Angel. Wings. Flight. “You’re going to - erm, you’re going to carry me?” Jon laughs at himself under his breath. What a stupid thing to say. Obviously that’s what Murmur’s offering - charmingly, Jon can recognize that, and the gesture makes his heartbeat skip.

There is no question in Jon’s mind - he wants what’s on offer. I trust you, he mentally remarks as he takes Murmur’s hand, and it’s the truth. Trust is hard for Jon to extend, but Murmur has done nothing to show Jon he shouldn’t give it to him.

“So … erm, how does this work?”