"I, ah, yes. My apologies."

Naesala still wasn't particularly convinced. Of course a hallucination would claim to be real, so what else could you say to it? You couldn't just ask it to go away, could you? Mindful of the fact that he was speaking to this figment of his imagination right in the middle of the sidewalk, he stepped over next to a nearby building. Carefully so, not wanting to annoy her with more jostling. Who knew what might happen then?

"I'm a bean now, am I? Well, my people are called laguz. I'm of the raven tribe, so yes, in that sense I am part bird."