Rhea'li falls into step beside Garion, tail waving behind him as he walks. It's not like he has much else to do. Holding conversation sounds as good an occupation as any, on board this foreign ship with no where to go and no tasks to be done.

"A Miqo'te." He doesn't mind at all, though he's discovering that many find his appearance unusual. "I suppose our kind aren't present in your world?"