"No, no egg for me." It still seems kind of unnatural, but it makes sense, Scout supposes. When she dies her individual personality and thoughts will stop being bounded and dissolve back out into the Force. If the Ringmaster has prepared for this then she can seize that bit of self before it's gone and preserve it and press it into a developing partial clone. This is admittedly creepy. "Still a one-shot life here, so it's a good thing Creation picked me, I guess."

She shakes her head again. "Just gold-colored, partly. Tastes like normal blood and everything. I think it's still red when it's not exposed to air, but when it is it looks like that Dust from Greysol, as sort of a suspension in clear fluid. Maybe it's because I went and tried to keep my dæmon." She hasn't summoned him since Creation left her. It'll sting to see him and know he's lesser now, because she's lesser now.