He's back far enough they don't worry, but aren't going to waste time writing a response. Creeping further onto the balcony, they take out their Nail to loosely gesture upward as they examine it.

Yes, fully dead. Not only is it unmoving, the wings are hanging loose to expose the belly, which is a dull, messy solid globe of near-black brown. Likely not explosive in this state, but there's no reason to keep a risk.

They hop up and lash it away from the doorway and building.

Or so they intend. It hits the edge of the balcony's railing with an uncomfortable thunk and part of it splits. A bit of rancid goop spills onto stone before they slam it again, properly sending it flying off somewhere else. Into the water, hopefully.