Elena slings her arm over Finian's other free shoulder, for camaraderie or bodily support who knows, while grinning at Tuo.

"Ah, Finny and I are fab-u-lous friends!" Her voice is still entirely too loud. "He's helped me with herb ... things."

The word 'things,' seems to plop out of her mouth as she stares at the winged creature, eyes widened and heart bursting with glorious inspiration. Even just a glimpse of the majestic thing has her muse ensnared and awed. She waggles her lips like a fish, trying to get words out, before they finally connect.

"Hey, what the feck is that?"