Talia puffs happily on her pipe as it soothes away her pain, pulling it out to gesture and point. Mortals, muscle, flesh and sinew. Earth and fire, if you wish to be philosophical about it. The falling angel meeting the animal rising up. So the question becomes, instead. Puff, puff, point. What are you? Her eyes roam over the pair, trying to pick out what they are.

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I mean. OOC I know they're fae. (1d20+11)[29] know: nature to try to figure out what sort of people they are. Maybe noticing they're more elf-like than elves and extrapolating from there?