[Kind or honest, he wants to say. You can only pick one. But he bites his tongue, watching dark fingers smoothing over golden scales from beneath equally golden lashes.]

Busy. [More like distracted but he likes the sound of "busy" better. It's more familiar.] Trying to figure out...all of this, I suppose.

[That sounds too vague, but he can't think of anything he's exactly done that seems worth mentioning. Just things he's...well, figured out. Saralegui frowns to himself, fingers idly toying with the small feathers growing in at the tip of Shima's tail.]

She eats meat. Rats or rabbits or whatever she can get her claws on. But I think she prefers fish. She certainly seemed to enjoy splashing around in the surf the most. And she can sleep anywhere, if she actually gets tired out enough to sleep. She has too much energy.