Not long... About thirty seconds at most. The Elemental states, before looking toward the window. If they do not mind...

Not all appreciate being handled by a siren, after all. She walks--or to be more accurate, hovers--toward the window, holding out a pale white hand as though it were a platform.

My apologies... It has been ages since I last spread my wings. Would you like me to give you both and your feathered companion a hand?