"It hasn't seemed to bother her thus far." Iorveth shrugs a shoulder, glancing back to the chicken-horse and eyeing her almost suspiciously. What a freaking weird bird. "I'm not really sure what, or if, she eats, besides. Considering she came out of a dream."

Dream chicken, not real chicken. What even to dream chickens do? If he didn't dream her eating, does she eat? Come to think of it -

"I don't really know if she has any actual organs." He murmurs, more to himself, while narrowing his eye at the bird. God, this thing is weird. But it's his weirdo, so back off, everyone!!