She checked over her bow as her wings made a soft creaking noise. She folded them against her sides experimentally and relaxed her shoulders some to stand right for measurements. "Also, what do your kind eat? I haven't been around humans or furries very long so I'm lost as to how you sleep, what you eat, how long it takes you to be ready for travel, and how you know what's up when some with more sensitive ears do not." She pondered what she'd just said for a minute and smacked her forehead. "No offence meant, Milord."
Verra was horribly keen to others feelings and she knew she was treading thin ice, so to speak, and she didn't like it. Ah, I beleive I'm in for a rough truck these next few days. She thought with a wistful smile.