She is only allowed to fly to her destination, not anywhere else. She notices that she is not where she should be, that she cannot progress to where she was told to go, and she careens out of control when her wings won't flap anymore, and she crashes.
Promise leans her cheek on her tree almost like she is nuzzling it. "I missed it. ...Thank you for not being awful."
"Um. You're welcome? I feel slightly weird accepting thanks for not being awful, but I also acknowledge that there are a staggering variety of ways in which I could have been awful if I were a different and more awful person."
"Yeah. I mean, also thank you for being nice, but mostly right now I'm feeling the not-awful."
"Yeah. Well. You're welcome and I will endeavour to continue in this not-awful vein."
"And getting rid of it entirely would mean I'd have to come up with completely different vague ambitions."
"There's... are you obligated to relay everything I say to your boss and emperor and so on?"
"Only if it's immediately relevant to topics such as people being casually able to conquer this planet."
"Vassalizing her would let somebody who really wanted to fix most of the things about the place. But it's incompatible with vassalization no longer existing at all."
"If you want any help with that I can maybe bring myself to accept such a fundamentally inadequate solution."
"If you ever really want to know what fairy food tastes like the haws are safe for you but the other things might leave you open to other claims unless I hand-fed them to you," she mentions. "Not that I expect you're burning with curiosity about it."
"I'm a curious person in general but I think I can pass on this particular information."