"..." Zhita'hna looks at me, briefly confused, then stares at my milk again, and then back at my face. She soon flies from where she is straight to me, stopping in front of me while sniffing the air.
"Poison?" She tilts her head to the side, staring at the milk as if it really could be poisoned, which is almost an insult since it undoubtedly isn't, and it's quite tasty.
"No, you saw it come from my body. Why would it be poisoned? Besides, I am not a poisonous being." I really could have an ability to poison everything that leaves my body; it would be extremely useful for killing the wretched things that try to eat me.
"..." She takes the bowl from my hand, holding it with a degree of care, and with that, I notice a weakness of hers. In that brief moment of her holding a bowl is when I have this realization.
'She can't fly and hold things at the same time...which also means...she can't fly if one of her wings is damaged...' She has a pretty big weakness there.
