Jakira had been extremely thirsty due to the change in scene. Leaving the veil had left her quite dehydrated and she was thirsty beyond compare. Now however she was all full and wouldnâ€™t drink so much. It had been more like she was reenergizing herself so she could try to use her glamour again. She listened as he said he wasnâ€™t going to stick her in a jar. Audibly sighing in relief. That had been one of her biggest fears. The other was the undeterminability of the human race. It was something she could neither determine nor predict. She hoped that this human was a nice one. He SEEMED nice so far but the tales of evilness of humans her daddy had told her had her wary of trusting him too much. What if he turned out to want something like magic? Magic didnâ€™t seem to work very well in the human world. She missed the pure rippling with magic air of the world inside the veil. She wasnâ€™t used to feeling so magically drained. Like part of her was being cut off and suffocated.<br/><br/>However, despite her wariness she was extremely curious about the male. Curious about humankind in general as well. She blinked as they conversated and then the man left. Looking at him through the glass and liquid. So she had to go? No? He just said she didnâ€™t need to go. She let out a sigh of relief. SHe didnâ€™t want to go back out into the rain. She blinked as he took her hiding place. Letting go of it and looked at him. Giggling bell like laughter for a moment. She looked at him. â€œIt was storming and the wind threw me through the veil.â€ She said softly. Not sure how much to tell him. â€œThen I was tossed around by the wind and some weird monster almost hit me. Then I almost got hit by another monster. Then I was thrown into a board of some sort (sign) and then as I was flying in pain I got thrown into your window. I hurt all over. My glamour spells arenâ€™t working or staying working.â€ SHe said sadly.