In the time it takes Mako to reply, Mogget has devoured his entire fish. He takes a moment to clean his whiskers, smacks his lips in satisfaction, and then regards the girl again. Bound from shifting, is she?

"That must be a terrible curse," he observes. Meaning for her, of course. A shapeshifter that can't shift is, well, useless. Her own nature is denied to her. "What happened?"

He's curious.