Jamie's eyes fell closed against his will, and he fell unconscious. Rohan hurled him like a sack of hay onto his shoulder and then flew away from there. He flew for hours until he reached the land of the humans, where it was raining, and the rain made it so difficult for him to fly.
It took him longer than he planned to reach a safe place to drop the burden on his shoulder, and before the sun would rise, he left the man lying in front of his house unconscious in the rain. Someone would find him—or, better yet, he would die before morning.
The flight back wasn't easy. Using his wings for long-distance journeys and having to fly in speed with another weight was another way to kill his energy faster than anything could ever have done.
On his way back, he fed on five different humans, but the exhaustion was too much.
