It's a peculiar kind of—not relief, exactly, but a different feeling when she relents to the full moons this month after spending much of it playing with the glamour tiara that caster had crafted for her. She's spent so much of the past while looking at herself in the mirror as she was, not as she is; her father's daughter, soft and human-looking, warm-looking. It feels, bizarrely, less like losing control to relinquish that and slide into the water, tentacles and mantle spreading out milky-pale reflecting rainbows and her eyes huge again, her teeth sharp.

Not that she isn't still wearing jewelry. A glittering chain tangled around her waist, trailing gems, something to play with when she twists in the water, something that catches the light and draws the eye and makes it easier to seek out companionship.