[ There's a pause as she thinks, for the first time, about his age, how young he is, which is odd on a number of levels. She doesn't mean that to be a patronizing thought, it's more that she's always wondering whether she's closer to being a teenager or being her centuries- or millenias-old age. More often she's closer to the former, and this is one of those rare occasions when she needs to actually be the bigger person, find some maturity. ]

I can hardly blame you for not knowing what I haven't told you, except in generalities. You're probably comparing me to other people you know and assuming it's a similar situation, which is a perfectly normal thing.

If -- you want to know more specifics, I'll show you. But I think you'll regret it. [ And she doesn't want to give people more reasons to be afraid of her. He probably has a right to know, though. Everyone here does. ]

[ Finishing the last of those feathers, so she removes her hands. ] All done. [ So if he wants to run off, he can. She gets it. ]