Saxsice listens, completely mystified, chin propped in both hands. "So...she can make...big skeletons out of little tiny bones?" It sounds ridiculous, but then again, she's the one that was a wolf ten minutes ago. "How d'you learn to do somethin' like that? I mean, it sure sounds useful and all, but...wow."

Please don't give this woman a sword, she will stab herself within five seconds. But she has to admit the mental image is a funny one, chuckling a bit. "Well, it's definitely sunnier. I live near the ocean, so it always smells like salt and fish. It's a lot like this island, actually, with fewer flowers and more belligerent people tweaked out on crack." Cue a heavy sigh. "I miss it."