The firebird blinked slowly to watch the canary, as if examining her. Was she looking for something in that little yellow bird's brain, or soul? The crone shifted here and there, as if it would make her understand.
"The City is searching. It is always searching." Her wings fluttered a little along with a slight fluffing of her tail. "Perhaps you're a bird because you must be for now." If she could have winced, she might have, but she could use this, perhaps.
"You have problems that you need to settle that being so small, so insignificant, or perhaps you see yourself as a harbinger of death - that is what canaries are after all." It was cruel, but she might as well have a little fun.
"I don't believe I would ever be considered human, little bird."