He's never been the most tactful person in the world, but she seems pretty upset. The boy frowns, bracing himself against his branch and kicking his legs in the air. "Okay," he says, a little uncertainly. What on earth is a tiefling? She sounds like she thinks it should be obvious; could it just be something he's never heard of? It's not his fault he doesn't know. Maybe they live secretly, out in the woods like...well, most magic things, probably.

"I got your doll?" he offers, holding it up. That's what started this whole thing - oh, and NOW he sees why it's got a tail.