[Some may find power in the fear they can instill in others, but to Rue, it's been nothing but disheartening, an absolute blow to their confidence, to see even a single soul shudder in their presence. They've spent the whole of their existence cultivating love and togetherness and joy in others, the very idea anyone would be frightened of them, just because of how they look, seems absolutely laughable.

But here they are. And considering their obvious physical similarities, Rue has to assume Eda's experienced exactly the same. It's unfair, though maybe just a bit expected at this point.

Rue may not be able to smile with their beak, but there's no missing the way their eyes shine with delight at Eda's ruffling of feathers, the way she straightens even taller under Rue's attention.]

You're too kind, thank you. [Their clawed hands smooth over the gorgeous, heavy fabric of their gown, absolutely preening beneath the compliments.] I - I admit it may be a touch too much for the theater, but you never know when you might need to impress.

[And impress they did.]

A demon? [Rue's dark eyes go wide in surprise, but there is no offense at the question.] No, I am not. I'm an owlbear, born in the mortal realm and taken in by the Fey. [a gentle beat passes, Rue's head tipping to the side.] Are you?

[Rue has met so many creatures - goblins and satyrs and beings made of waves or rock or greenery - but never a demon. The thought is a little thrilling.]