[ his reiteration of her supposed beauty does nothing but ruffle her scales feathers. the recognition she had given him for his flattery should have been the end, right, there was no real need to repeat it, right... ]

[ the kind sentiment, though minimal, isn't something she's used to and it's making her somewhat uncomfortable, but only because she doesn't know how to react appropriately. all her life she's been told the opposite, so being berated is more familiar than being complimented. she bites her tongue to stem another half assed responses, his explanation ( if it could be called that ) not making a whole lot of sense, but she goes along with it... even going so far as to force a smile. ]

I think it's the mushrooms talking... but we'll agree to disagree. [ since that's got to be the only logical cause for his loose lips. ] ah, I guess that does make sense. [ her smile relaxes with his 'boring' remark and she almost finds herself snickering in response. ] If that's the case, then, no, I'm not from the void. Magic is plentiful where I'm from... but... [ a well placed swat dissolves the snarkerfly too. ] yeah.

Melting and nightmares... [ her mind paints a vivid picture, one that she can't help but to smirk in response to. ] You sure you're ok? [ she asks again, but only because she's considering 'enhancing' his experience. tugging the clasp of her robe open it drops and pools around her feet, a set of metallic wings rising behind her. ] How about now?