[Third Person].
Draven did not raise his voice when he spoke again, but the authority in it was unmistakable.
"I asked you a question," he said. "Who are you?"
Xamira swallowed. Her fingers clenched in the sheets, then loosened again. "I am… a shapeshifter," she said quietly at last.
Meredith let out a soft, humourless scoff. "We already know that." Her gaze sharpened. "What is your true form?"
Xamira hesitated, then answered, "A bird."
Draven's brows knit together. "Then why," he asked slowly, "did you pretend to be a human child? Why let me raise you all these years?"
Xamira's shoulders slumped. "Because… you were kind," she said, her voice low. "Even when you thought I was human."
Silence fell for a long while. Then, Xamira gathered courage and continued, her words spilling faster now.
