Mithera stared at the boy a long moment, trying to figure out why he was so... Happy. It was almost unnerving. But she sighed, relaxing and deciding it was best just to talk for now. She hesitated at his last question, pondering it for a moment, before replying. **"No, I technically can't lose myself to my forms. Mostly because they aren't the actual thing, they are as accurate look-alikes as I can make. I don't copy a form, I have to make the form myself, from scratch, with only what the end product looks like to work with."** She paused, thinking. She was explaining her magic more than she wanted too, but she was hoping he'd explain his afterwards. **"It's like, building a model from a model kit, but losing the instructions before you start. and you only have the picture on the front of the box. It's not easy to replicate. It took me thirty years to get this form as you see it today. Granted, I started a long time after I last, and first, saw a dragon. A real one, so it was not only just an image, but a memory as well."** She closed her eyes for several long moments, not speaking. **"So no, my forms do not have instincts of their own and therefore I can't 'lose' myself to them. But I can become, in a sense, feral."**