"Breathe, right," she repeats, and does that, because it sounds like good advice for any situation anyway. She straightens up and waits for him to open the door, reminding herself that really, could they be any worse than Rooster after he's been stung by a hornet? She can't imagine it.

Still, nothing quite prepares her for the sight of the enormous beasts beyond the door, and her eyes, already quite large to begin with, grow even rounder, and bluer, if possible. "--Maker, look at them..!" she starts breathily, then spooks a bit like a deer when that large griffon gets up and stretches languorously like a cat, before ambling over.

Out come the fish, and Fern takes one from Anders mechanically as he offers it out to her. "Right," she says again, a bit meekly, then looks to Buggy and watches avidly as Anders goes about feeding her first. Then, offering the fish out, she quirks a shy smile. "Hi there, pretty," she says, voice a bit sing-song. Please eat the fish and not her hand, that would be so nice.