"I just thought someone would explain how being a bear works if you turned into one. ...Is it weird?" she asks, not paying any attention to the jabbing 'attack'. The daemon is very quickly avoiding that claw on their own, suffice to say-easy to do when it can just scoot down into a beetle shape-but rather than wait out the thirty seconds to hold form, it quickly scoots back around into a much...larger 'juvenile' of some kind, some sort of dragon.

"...They just have to turn into something that's good at it, it's not that hard," she grumbles. The form shifts into yet another 'young' but large thing, seeing fit to use appearances as their defense.