She half-remembers, half-imagines landing on the rock once more. Then, she switches things up again and pictures the cat tree, instead. She's got a good enough look with her human eyes to imagine how it would look to a bat. After flapping up to the underside of the platform, she flips in the air, claws snagging in the carpeting. It's a bit less crisp than the partial memories, but not by too much.

Daine blinks her eyes open. "How was that?" Judging by the way his claws pricked her hand, he must have gotten something. She just doesn't know if he got enough to help him land.