Thanks to everyone's kind and understanding words, Dawn found herself all the more eager to tell her new found, odd, yet welcoming new family-like group of friends the truth of her identity. The woman could really use the excuse to let her hidden feathered appendages out for a stretch.<br/><br/>Eventually Dawn had ceased her needless desire to just stuff lasagna in her face, instead stopping to take a now much needed drink of her orange juice, yet staying relatively quiet as she worked through the possibilities.<br/><br/>When she was encouraged to look towards the magical wards around the home. Once again, found herself speechless. So someone knew magic, to say the least. This fact got her mind whirling -- maybe she should tell the truth? The whole lot around her clearly knew something was up with her, but would her superior consider them 'one of her own'?<br/><br/>For now, Dawn remained deep in thought while she wiped her mouth with a napkin.