"That's true. And it wouldn't have done anything for my paranoia when I was even younger." She gives a small laugh, thinking about how jumpy she'd been around those of her father's men who hadn't been explicitly left in charge of her, and how much worse it would have been if she'd had more than mere reason to believe they wanted to hurt her.

"They do. It's a two way thing. There's kind of a limit to how complicated you can get, and it varies based on both species, and each individual of that species. While in general, crows are amazing and smart, you occasionally get really stupid crows once in a while." There's a long sigh. "Okay, buddy, sure you can take on that bear. Suuuure. And then, Bam! The bear swipes and it's dumb luck the crow survives, and the next thing you know you're spending the rest of the summer with a healing bird on your shoulder while you train a bunch of other children how to do an obstacle course properly."

For what it was worth, she absolutely enjoyed having the crow on her shoulder, making her look more intimidating, and maybe a little mystical. It definitely made the newer kids look at her with expressions of awe.