"Oh, yeah, it was a whole thing," she says, sounding way less concerned than Bastion. "Long story. Somebody was gonna blow up half the Kingdom and I wanted to stop 'em. It didn't hurt, though, it was over pretty quick. And I'm tough to kill for good."

Nimona fluffs out her feathers, settling more comfortably onto her perch. Her voice turns venomous at the mention of Malin, incongruous with the cute, delicate little shape she wears. "It better have. Hope you blew her whole head off and Siffleur ate her guts. Hey, maybe that's how you -- "

She tips her head just enough to rap her beak against his optic, gently.

"You look different. What's up with that?"