A chill went down Kuan's spine at his words, though her expression didn't change. She was still watching him, eyes looking to where his--its--should have been. This sounded like some sort of devilry, some abomination that shouldn't be allowed to exist. And yet, exist it did, just as alive as her. Killing it would be a sin, wouldn't it? Since it was alive and existed now, even though by Inima it shouldn't? So didn't that mean that it was alive by Inima's will, and thus had just as much a right as her to exist?
Her temple throbbed, and she resisted the urge to rub it. Oh, she was learned in Inima's teachings, but she was no Scholar. She was a Warrior. She decided then that she would have to bring it up to the Temple and let them handle it, whatever their decision would be. But for now, it was too late. They were out in the middle of nowhere on a hunt.
So for now, what would be, would just have to be.
"Interesting," she said plainly. "Well, let us hope that magic aids us in our hunt."
She checked the fish, found it was cooked, and began to eat, taking care not to burn her fingers or tongue.