[ Kaevyn's wings fold suddenly at Brandon's last urge, finding that he's quite offended by this spell. She looks onto him like a cat to a mouse, and Kaevyn is, once again, frustrated, not afraid. He is determined to show this by letting his wings flourish again, white, green, yellow, making himself look as big as possible. (Within the bottle's limits.) ]

This. This! I have a name, I will have you know. Brandon, what is this? Why must I be inside this bottle, why must she look at me this way? I wish to go home, I wish to be safe, I do not wish to be her friend.