[the omen, mostly unsurprised - rises up (and out) in size in an attempt to make the handover easier, offering also a pleased whine into the air between them.

vi? her heart's sure beating fast, and not exactly in the good way - this is sure a surge of adrenaline, but it's uh. it's something. and then she feels the tiniest smile tugging the corner of her lips at the fairy's little loop-de-loop. now is also the time it hits her that wow, she can't really say much about stealing without being a complete hypocrite. half the time she'd stolen it hadn't even been food, it had just been stuff: some of it not even necessary.

the gesture sort of makes her feel sorry - have a bit of sheepish awe, falco.]

You do understand. Okay, so. I'm sorry about all ...this? These fish were just kind of a big deal and---

---it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not sure if I could even manage that. But hey, not trying. Nope. Not happening. Really glad we see eye to eye on that part.

[the creature's tense. aware. quiet. apparently pretty chill with having its lair invaded. but somehow unable or unwilling to hunt for food, and reliant on its tiny (?) companion?]

Are you okay? Do you need someone to bring you more food? I can get you a whole assload of it if you want.