The two hug, the changeling boy pressing his tear-streaked face into the postie's chest, as the postie wraps a reassuring wing around him.

POSTIE: "Hey. It's ok, you'll be ok."

CHANGELING: "I know..."

Changeling guy seems a little comforted, but still pretty upset. Postie looks a little out of his depth.

POSTIE: "Do you... know how to fly?"

CHANGELING: "No, I don't..."

POSTIE: "Take my hand?"