Diaval gladly took the jerky. He held it down with one claw while he ripped into it, content and occupied.
"Yes, like in fairytales." She smiled again. "I am no princess." There was a laugh at that. "In those stories, you might associate me with the evil witch. Though, I am, myself, a fairy."
Maleficent thought of home. She longed for it now. She'd missed it since being taken from there, but now she wanted to be back there more than ever. Logan had made her a nice home, in a part of the city that was away from all the noise - for the most part, and it would do. But it wasn't really home.
"I'm sorry, I don't know this place of which you speak. My home is on an island, constructed by a good friend for my comfort."