Feeling returned to Flandre's arm and thoughts returned to her head. She flexed her claws as the prickling in her shoulder subsided, gauging how long it would still be until she could use her ability again. If she even should; Shaw seemed to copy that quite readily. Her damaged wing hummed and crackled less as more energy drained out of it and back to Flandre.

This time, she stayed right where she was until Reimu asked her to move. She wasn't about to wade into that--and he seemed to have a better idea than pushing against the ceiling until it cracked.