Mayt nodded, a little curious about this apparent mini-dragon shape-shifter, but deciding being sober would be a good idea before Jamie tried to explain it. He took the new liquid Jarvis had put out in front of him, grunting when he finds it's merely water, but draining most of the glass anyway. "Alright, Mini-dragon-shape-shifter. Good to know... You will probably need to explain later at some point, probably tomorrow," he rubs the back of his head. "And Demons? Sounds serious."

Mithera groaned, not wanting to come down, but doing so anyway. She glided around the room once, taking everything up before alighting on Master Jamie's shoulder, almost whacking him in the back of the head with her wing. She shakes herself and settles herself down on his shoulder, waiting to be taken to his room. She was hoping she'd get enough food to transform into at least her weakest predator form. That'd be better than nothing. And if she got to her biggest form, she'd be able to talk, which would be very good for communication.