[Geir shrugs, a flip of his wings; he seems disinterested.]

We were having a conversation, and you barely kept your hand off your knife. I really wouldn't try it, if I were you.

[it's very easy, sometimes, to turn aside from his fledgling personhood and just... not. not react, not care, not show or think about the fact that he might have had a reaction in other circumstances. he wonders if he would care about Tara-Fay's accusations if he were being a person right now, but he rather thinks he wouldn't; she's very small, and he doesn't know her, and she hasn't tried to understand enough that it's even worth the attempt to explain.

maybe he is being a person, just one who doesn't care? it's hard to tell. the effort to figure out which it is doesn't seem worth it.

to the Palai:]

It's okay, guys. I just want some of those pastries for the road.