The answer to her first question hardly warrants so much as a batted eyelash, but the second? Now there is something worth dissection. Wysteria's hum sounds like My, how interesting, as her attention swings back to the garter snake, the angles of her arm adjusting slightly in an effort to give the reptile's body some sense of support without inducing it to, say, slither up her arm.

"Is she alive? I mean in the sense of the nature of the enchantment. Mr. Ralston keeps a spellbound bird, but it still needs seed and papers changed and so on. They are quite rare in Kalvad - living things bound to magic. Constructs are uncommon and trend toward being temporary due to the power required to manifest them, but they are a far simpler thing by comparison."

And then, most ominously, she suddenly brightens and turns all her attention onto him.

"Is she yours, Mr. Dickerson? As in did you assemble the magic?"