Actual standing was a bit easier now, though the unpleasant feeling of her bones knitting back together still made Flandre want to take shallow breaths. But she could breathe! That was a start.

And she could stand without her ribcage feeling like it was going to crumple in on itself.

Though once she did, one of her wings almost immediately flicked out and whapped Marisa in the middle of her back. Not hard, that would have just bowled her over, but not so lightly that she wouldn't notice.