Laura watches on curiously but says very little -- she's good with animals, generally speaking, especially predators, but that's because she's not trying to negotiate with them. Any kind of social interaction -- human, animal, or mineral -- is a minefield for her. It's better she stay back and work on not glowering at everything.

She swears she can see them communicating with each other. Deliberating. It's strange and she wonders exactly how sentient these things are--like how sentient most of the other monsters here are. Certainly many of them display nearly human-like intelligence. Whether that means their lives are worth as much as any human is subjective, but it makes her uncomfortable in light of her own situation.

Of course, it doesn't matter what standard you use to measure humanity when one party is trying to take chunks out of a city full of innocent people. So.

Anyway, Laura watches as the thestrals warily agree to the plan Benevenuta lays out -- provided, of course, they get the leftovers. That's fine with Laura, so she waits until the thestrals move to let them on their backs before awkwardly mounting around those wings.

This is probably the weirdest thing she's done in Baedal yet.