Masks 2

Blackstar. Okay, she can remember that. Maybe? This is a lot to remember and a lot of people and damn is Zil upset she didn't have a notebook.

When Theraea does her little human trick, though? Oh, that gets her excited. Zil watches, and a smile forms on her face as she gets the explanation. Because holy shit, this person was kinda like her. Well. Her if she were taller and better at talking to people...and a moth? Shit, she's not sure what she's like in her other form. Maybe a bear? Furnace bear.
"Yeah, I know what you mean." She presses a hand to her own chest, then sort of waves it to gesture at herself. "This is a disguise, too, but I think the shifting is sort of a thing we do. I'm not sure? Uh. Anyway, thanks for indulging me in that. It's...it's nice to know I'm not the only, uh, big alien person around here, I guess. I was sorta alone in that back home." Though she also doesn't fucking know anyone and doesn't have a home anymore, but she leaves that out.

"So, like what Blackstar said, Nimue, I'm sure you'll do much more than just find the right tools for other people as your only way to help. You're hard on yourself right now, but in my experience, ah..." Her eyes dart to the drink, and then to Theraea, then to Blackstar, and then back to Nimue. "In my experience, that's sort of what happens to people who are already upset and then decide to drink. I think you're probably much stronger and more resourceful than you're giving yourself credit for, especially if you've got magic or whatever. All this...power hero stuff is really, really new to me, but magic as a big umbrella concept sounds huge and powerful. I mean, I don't really have any experience, just a lotta faith in the idea that most people like us want to and are capable of doing good things for other people."