[The first sign he'll have of trouble is the zebra's startled noise, distinctly equine in nature. The knife has left a near-painless wound on her foreleg, but instead of blood, smoke curls out of the laceration, while shadow spills down into the bowl to evaporate.]
Well, this is rather strange.
[She ponders this for a moment, then sighs.]
It must be another change. I should have expected I would be so infected.
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Well, this is rather strange.
[She ponders this for a moment, then sighs.]
It must be another change.
I should have expected
I would be so infected.