Maea
It's not a demon at your door
Despite a strong desire to assure him that she was fine, Maea was beginning to realize that it wasn't strictly true. While the sunlight and the body tucked against her side helped, the shivers did not subside the way they should have. Waging a battle between the urge to keep herself locked away in her shift to spare them both awkwardness, and a growing need to warm herself properly, it was the concern in his eyes that tipped the scale in favor of shifting. Stubbornness on her part would not make him feel better. Hurting herself would not help him, either.
Perhaps belatedly, the feirwe shimmered, and the mass beneath his arm shrank into the shape of a petite woman. Black velvet spilled out around her legs, drenched from the hem to halfway up the waist, and half-dried blood clung to her face - crusting in the corners of her mouth, halted in runnels down the pale skin of her neck. Not her blood, of course; just that of the buck, ignored for the duration that she had spent with Liam. Still shivering, her skin was cold, hands feeling like so many icicles; it was hard to close them properly, and upon closer inspection she noticed that the fingertips had hardened into what looked like marble, or perhaps some other mineral.
"... n-not really," she got out through chattering teeth. "C-can we make a f-fire?" A big one, with lots of fuel - at this point, she wasn't sure even the tigress would be warm enough for the stripes to melt like they usually did.
Perhaps belatedly, the feirwe shimmered, and the mass beneath his arm shrank into the shape of a petite woman. Black velvet spilled out around her legs, drenched from the hem to halfway up the waist, and half-dried blood clung to her face - crusting in the corners of her mouth, halted in runnels down the pale skin of her neck. Not her blood, of course; just that of the buck, ignored for the duration that she had spent with Liam. Still shivering, her skin was cold, hands feeling like so many icicles; it was hard to close them properly, and upon closer inspection she noticed that the fingertips had hardened into what looked like marble, or perhaps some other mineral.
"... n-not really," she got out through chattering teeth. "C-can we make a f-fire?" A big one, with lots of fuel - at this point, she wasn't sure even the tigress would be warm enough for the stripes to melt like they usually did.
It's just your shadow on the floor
