For half a minute, Gawain quietly looked at Melita, and Melita quietly looked at Gawain.
The former had a face of bewilderment, the latter a face of perplexity.
Eventually, Gawain was the first to react. His mouth twitched slightly, and he subconsciously pointed at Melita's pale purple long hair: "Dragons don't have hair, how is it that you…"
"Our human form is a spell effect, and a spell effect can naturally become anything—I became like this simply because I like it this way," Melita said with an air of self-evidence, while pointing to the top of her head, "The dragon form is my true form—I grow scales, where would the hair come from?"
Gawain: "That… is indeed well-grounded reasoning…"
