Mithera nods happily when Sasha mentions food, she had used up most of her energy with the Demon. Fire wasn't easy to make, especially when you're technically just pretending to be a creature that breaths fire. She stretched her wings a little, before folding them against her back, looking at the three, and unthinkingly breaking her charade of being unable to talk, her voice coming out as a low growl. "Yes, food would be nice. Been flying for hours." She opened her mouth in a wide yawn, looking around for the people that may still be in the area, giving them sly glances.

"So long as we split the bill." Mayt said casually, before looking at Mithera in surprise. "You... Talked? Everyone heard that right? She's never talked!" He looks around at the rest, utterly surprised. She hadn't talked once since the incident with Melina. "Why did you never talk before?" He crosses his arms, looking at the Dragoness, angry. He didn't like being deceived, and he already didn't trust Mithera, who just chuckled at him.