Is that a truth?! That is giving me so much relief.
[After everything that's happened here, the revelation is such a relief that she almost feels emotionally drained, a huge weight off his shoulders. Letting her hand slip away from his, she steps closer and gives him a hug, leaning into him for a moment as she composes herself.
She lets him go after a brief moment, stepping back a half step to give him his space, head bowed, a little embarrassed by just how much emotion she was dealing with.]
It is good to be hearing that we were having victory at Fort Merceus. We were marching there when I was appearing here.
[She looks up again when he says he's a witch.] You are lucky. That is meaning you will not be changing. Not be... becoming a monster.
[At the moment, Petra's changes were all things she could mostly hide. Her nails had turned black and grown into sharp talons but, with Bernadetta's help, she kept them filed down and manicured. Her forked tongue was also easy to hide and the few scalier patches of skin that had appeared around her hips were easily hidden by her clothing. In short, she was 'fighting' and hiding her changes, refusing thus far to think about bonds or acknowledge that her body was changing.]
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[After everything that's happened here, the revelation is such a relief that she almost feels emotionally drained, a huge weight off his shoulders. Letting her hand slip away from his, she steps closer and gives him a hug, leaning into him for a moment as she composes herself.
She lets him go after a brief moment, stepping back a half step to give him his space, head bowed, a little embarrassed by just how much emotion she was dealing with.]
It is good to be hearing that we were having victory at Fort Merceus. We were marching there when I was appearing here.
[She looks up again when he says he's a witch.] You are lucky. That is meaning you will not be changing. Not be... becoming a monster.
[At the moment, Petra's changes were all things she could mostly hide. Her nails had turned black and grown into sharp talons but, with Bernadetta's help, she kept them filed down and manicured. Her forked tongue was also easy to hide and the few scalier patches of skin that had appeared around her hips were easily hidden by her clothing. In short, she was 'fighting' and hiding her changes, refusing thus far to think about bonds or acknowledge that her body was changing.]