"There is a reason that, in the near-thirty years since the Lich King's defeat, the san'layn have been hunted to the brink of extinction while my kind has been allowed to endure." Her smile, stiff as it has become, grows to show a hint of sharpened teeth. "We do not hold ourselves above others, nor do we view the mortal races as prey. It is...pleasing, I suppose, to encounter someone who walks the same path."

And then her face changes, softening and becoming more animated -- and chagrined. "Forgive me if I sound imperious. Some scars weigh more heavily than others. I am genuinely happy for you, that you're taking this step to connect with the community around you. You said before that you have enhanced skills -- when this human you used to know would cook, what odors or sounds did you like best? Did you ever allow yourself to touch the food? Honing in on sensory experiences you enjoy would make a fine starting point for your lessons."