[Lup hums a soft affirmative, fingers deftly weaving as she begins a little braid. She's starting to get ideas, now that she's closer to the flower in the girl's hair, though she's careful not to disturb it as she works.]

Sometimes. It's usually a problem when I turn into things that are really small- things that aren't very smart. Dragons are as wise as people, they can talk and cast magic of their own. A cat knows right from left, can understand speech, follow directions- that's all well and good. But turning into a moth is a gamble on whether you do what you plan on doing, or if you'll fly right into a lantern and end up on fire.