His wings are grand and she quietly admires what can easily be seen from her current place at the table. It seems clear to her that such a trait would have been valued by his former master, or should have been. Though the otherwise curious movement of his tail, the essence of restraint... it makes her all the more glad that his wings appear to be intact. She has to wonder how much he was kept indoors or perhaps chastised for wanting to satisfy his natural urge to fly.

The confusion he directs her way makes her hope that it will be sooner rather than later that he could be trusted to fly freely, and that he would feel the confidence to do so.

"To offer you a better life." Mara replies simply, no matter that she knows her words won't be accepted so simply or perhaps even understood.

"The prior conflict complicates things, I understand that. As I understand that what you may be accustomed to is not how I treat people, even those such as yourself. War made you a prize but it is not my intent to treat you as a prized possession."