"Aging? Only if I work with someone every day," she noted drily. "Didn't work that well with... well, it's not a good idea. Burns a damn lot of energy for one thing." And someone old might not have that much energy to spare to begin with. Especially if the one trying to help was rather young and didn't know to feed the older person lots of proteins, vitamins and minerals. Water under the bridge, she told herself and turned her gaze back to the computer.
"Lesse... Kevin. This is him, right?" She pulled up a journal and opened it, eyeing through the contents. "Critter, ogre, kraken... oh my god, dragon? How does that even work?" She'd have thought a dragon would be way too heavy to actually be able to fly. Then again, it wasn't like there weren't plenty of people who could fly even without wings. "I wonder... does he actually morph into a body that is able to blow fire or fly, or is it just unexplicably able to do whatever he thinks it ought to do? Do you have any other morphers here to compare him with?"