Maya's kind of expecting the surprise; it's why she smiles, all sharp orca teeth, bright against her skin. You've got to find joy in humans' reactions, honestly.

Her amusement is cut short, however. Her eyes widen at his question in obvious surprise.

"Just, like, a head?!" Maya asks, incredulous despite the number of severed limbs and jerky-dry corspes she's had to see in Ryslig. Her tail slaps on those rocks, real as the fog. "No! You had a head with you already?!"