Liz's brow furrows slightly.  With the kobolds being descendants of dragons as well, how did she and they end up so very different?  Her eyes fall on her hands, and on the scales now visible on them.  Perhaps they won't be so different after all.  She sighs heavily, then starts to take some of the food.<br/><br/>With a plate full of delicious looking meats and her stomach rumbling audibly, she still pauses.  The mead looks enticing, and while Xy had assured her it wouldn't hurt his child she isn't so certain about the ones she's presently carrying.  She looks at the glass, then up at Cayn.  "Um...Cayn?  Can I.... without hurting it I mean..."