As if realizing something she had previously missed, Claire fixed her gaze on the fairy who kept stuffing her mouth with honey. "Kyuru, weren't you in danger from the mist just moments ago?"
Not wanting to reward Claire's concern with a look that told her how little she thought of her intellect, Kyuru did everything she could to keep her thoughts from showing on her face, something she failed at spectacularly if the angry expression on Claire's face was any indication. "I'm a fairy, you know? No matter how absolutely beautiful, perfect, and divine my appearance is, I'm not really made of flesh and blood, at least not like you guys. Whoever put that mist there certainly didn't take into account how little it would do to affect spiritual entities like me."