"You haven't mentioned any giant rabbits, no," Daine replies to his second question. She can't help but grimace a little as the griffin replies to the third. She'd forgotten how loud they are, and she can guess how well it would go over if she asked him to lower his voice a bit. It takes her a few moments to get ahold of the translation, and the griffin repeats himself insistently.

"Okay," she says, lifting a hand, "I understand." To Andrew, she says, "He wants to know why you're asking. Griffins are very protective of their young." The creature's manner has changed; he's no longer preening himself, and is staring at Andrew intently while he waits for an answer.