[The disquieting crunching coming from the hedge at least doesn't last long. As Szel turns to properly 'look' at Lena, out crawls a fat little corgi, shaking off as it did so and loosening some twigs and leaves from the pink cable knit sweater it was wearing.]

Just Midge. Don't worry about it; unless you're planning on using that knife, you really don't have anything to worry about.

[The wings folded behind him, tucking themselves back in from bottom to top row before simply vanishing altogether.]

... Are you a duck?

[Because you know, that's the strangest thing going on here.]