Watching Sibylla tear in to the meat, Timea frowned a little; not because the lack of manners bothered her, per sé, but because she considdered the hastily tearing into the meat was disrespecting the creature from whence it came. "How... odd... I think their digestive tracks might be linked to yours, but how that would work, exactly, I couldn't" Timea commented in response to Sibylla's answer, then blew a small sigh. "Whatever the case, you don't need to eat so quickly, you know? Nothing is going to come and take your meal from you."
With that said, Timea looked down to Hillary, and nodded, while looking mildly confused. "Well, yes," she answered, her expression then returning to normal, as she understood Hillary wouldn't know what is and isn't an animal outside her own world. "Specifically, a fish."
Timea then took on the form of the giant falcon she had taken on when flying Sibylla and Heno around earlier, this time with a second pouch on her stomach. "Let's head out, though. We'll talk on the way," she announced, her voice sounding a little more shrill again.