[Solemnly, Rue nods along with Raine's words, grateful that if nothing else, they at least understand what the owlbear feels during all of this.]

Thank you, of course. I know it was not myself, but - I suppose I am most fearful of how others see me. Many judge on appearances and there is very little I can do more to soften how frightening I must be. A beast in a beautiful dress is still a beast.

[But Raine changes the subject rather abruptly, enough so that Rue's feathery brows lifts in surprise. They take a sip of their tea then, just a sip, before returning their cup to their tea plate.]

It's quite lovely, thank you.