This reaction actually gets a startled little laugh. Eda seems a little calmer, telling herself that it only *feels* like she's bleeding--

"That's... not how that works," she points out, managing an obnoxious little smirk briefly.

"It's not my brain it's my, you know, inner self. Or... its. Both of our... I don't know what this means," she admits as she trails off again. She looks down at herself, at her hands, stops worrying about keeping pressure on her injury and instead just turns them over, taking in her feathers and her claws.