[Hayame had not thought Liem the type of man to drink people’s blood, either, and she ended up being wrong about that… but no, he is not the type to take advantage of her unplanned partial nudity. He keeps his hands and his gaze respectfully above her waist as he helps her steady herself as she gathers her limbs, as decorous as the situation will allow.

It makes sense, in some way, that she might expect the magic to help her feel more natural in her new shape. Liem would expect it as well—but perhaps it is simply too strange, and she is overthinking it. Perhaps it will become easier once the shock wears off.]

They callus with use, like hands, [he says. Hers, he knows, are hardly soft and tender things.] But yes, they are still fairly sensitive.

[More so than hooves would be, certainly. Once Hayame has gathered her legs into a more intentional configuration, Liem rises slowly back towards standing, pulling her up with him. He’ll help her over to the powder room, which is furnished with only a toilet, sink, and mirror, and is narrow enough for a person to brace their hands against the walls to each side.]

I’ll bring you something to put on your feet, too. That should help.