"I... if you want. And... I suppose I'll just have to do it." She takes a deep breath, and seems to focus herself; he notices her slip into a fighting stance, for a moment, then realize what she'd done, and relax into something more natural.<br/><br/>She heads out of the room, into the inn, standing on the upper balcony to try to spot her mother; it's not hard, considering she's blonde, and sitting with the blonde dragonness-in-human-disguise. Her breath catches in her throat, and she looks more like she's facing down a rampaging tarrasque than meeting her mother, but she steadies herself, eventually, and makes her way down the stairs.<br/><br/>She approaches the table, then clears her throat. Saffron looks around behind her, glancing up her daughter's body, before finally settling on her face, a look of confusion, and clearly an attempt at remembering, but it's lost. "<em>Greetings, mother,</em>" she says, quietly, in Elven. A tense moment, then, finally, Saffron replies.<br/><br/>"I don't... I don't have a daughter."