[Hayame is... definitely not particularly bony, no. Svelte in some ways with the trimness that comes of athletic fitness designed for speed, yes, but not bony. She was firm in places with muscle, the softer parts of her femininity hidden away as best she could under tight bindings, but now bindings aren't saving her from the fact that in the place of equine withers she has hips? Hips? And a muscular human rump? And thighs?
It still doesn't feel real, in some ways.]
I feel decent enough... Surely it will be fine...
[His undergown on her is long, so most of her is covered. As long as it's covered... for now, that will have to be enough. She can address being able to fight or defend herself in a human wardrobe later. In Liem's home, she is not worried for threats. Holding on to the doorway she manages to get out of his pants just barely, saved only by the sheer strength of an archer's arms practically supporting her entire body weight at a certain point, but it's done, and she just-
His sofa seems... pretty far away now. Still, she is stubborn, she shakes her head slightly, lips pursed.]
No, I can manage it this-
[It's about three steps towards him that she wobbles and nearly pitches forward again, though she manages to catch herself by pinwheeling her arms slightly and turning her knees sharply. The steam of embarrassment is fairly radiating off her, but Hayame forces herself to remember that... she did not have to do everything by herself anymore. She had... friends. She was supposed to rely on them. Even if it felt shameful still, she... she has changed enough in her time here that she can force herself to admit,]
... Yes, please.
[She tries to at least straighten back up before he gets to her side, using the leather soles of her slippers to try and make sure her feet stay where she puts them, stiff and awkward.]
I was hoping... I thought that using this shape might grant me the ability to seek out the monsters coming from Kowloon, or avoid those in Highstorm who would spot a jinba at a thousand paces, but like this...
[She has to master being in this body, or what- What use was it?]
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It still doesn't feel real, in some ways.]
I feel decent enough... Surely it will be fine...
[His undergown on her is long, so most of her is covered. As long as it's covered... for now, that will have to be enough. She can address being able to fight or defend herself in a human wardrobe later. In Liem's home, she is not worried for threats. Holding on to the doorway she manages to get out of his pants just barely, saved only by the sheer strength of an archer's arms practically supporting her entire body weight at a certain point, but it's done, and she just-
His sofa seems... pretty far away now. Still, she is stubborn, she shakes her head slightly, lips pursed.]
No, I can manage it this-
[It's about three steps towards him that she wobbles and nearly pitches forward again, though she manages to catch herself by pinwheeling her arms slightly and turning her knees sharply. The steam of embarrassment is fairly radiating off her, but Hayame forces herself to remember that... she did not have to do everything by herself anymore. She had... friends. She was supposed to rely on them. Even if it felt shameful still, she... she has changed enough in her time here that she can force herself to admit,]
... Yes, please.
[She tries to at least straighten back up before he gets to her side, using the leather soles of her slippers to try and make sure her feet stay where she puts them, stiff and awkward.]
I was hoping... I thought that using this shape might grant me the ability to seek out the monsters coming from Kowloon, or avoid those in Highstorm who would spot a jinba at a thousand paces, but like this...
[She has to master being in this body, or what- What use was it?]