You seem whole, to me. [A little strange, compared to some of the people Mahalia knew. A little dramatic. But not like an incomplete person.]

He's a warden. [Born human, but taken into service.] A... guardian of the natural world. He's birdsouled, and so he sings as they do. It comes easier than human speech, to him.

I have, ah, abilities... hmm, potential, in my blood. [Even though magic seems the easiest term to use when talking to the people here, she still can't bring herself to refer to it like that. Only the people who fear and hate it call it magic in her world.] Sometimes it gives my singing strength. But I haven't really learnt any of the true spell songs he uses.