Instead of answering her question, that answer only beget more questions; all she was getting from it was that evil was wasteful, or a lack of understanding, and also depended on who you were. It was a complicated subject and thinking on it was starting to hurt her head, though it seemed to make perfect sense to Rit--and also those humans she had encountered before.
The water bubbled and warmed, and she gave a surprised jolt, and then relaxed. It was Rit, clearly, and when he went in the water, she followed, convinced that it was okay. She sank down into it with a sigh. "Humans have too many words," she muttered. "Too many vague words. Why not just 'wasteful'? Or 'cruel'? If that is what is really meant..."
But she was content to let the subject drop after that complaint, and she watched curiously as Rit transferred the head from her furs to a new bag, ear flicking and eyebrow arching at his explanation. "So helpful," she said with a smile, still amused that he was taking this business so well. An odd creature he was, indeed.
She reached for the skirt and pulled it into the water with her to clean it up, and once that was done, she stepped from the water, dripping wet, and wrung the skirt out.
"The wings," she said, turning her back to him so he could see the paler scars etched into her dark skin. "They were...hm. Cut off." She grimaced at the memory and rolled her shoulders against the remembered pain. "The eye, it was lost fighting. Another of my kind took it, but I took worse." She shrugged. "She took my mate."
And therefore, as far as she was concerned, it was all entirely justified.