"Thank you." She tucked her hair back and nodded to answer. "I'm alright," she assured. "It's always a bit strange for the first few moments - two legs instead of four. And everything else." Still, she moved closer to Greta, not quite touching but taking comfort in her nearness, in the support she offered even if Amalthea didn't take her up on it just then. It meant something to her.

"Changing back always makes me tired. Not like needing to sleep, but..." She trailed off, not entirely sure how to describe it. She looked at Greta, hoping she'd understand. Even as a human girl her eyes were the same: deep, fathomless, and rather than reflecting the world she saw, if one looked deep enough they might see a forest. The one she belonged in; the one she remembered.