This probably seems like a good idea for a whole of fifteen seconds, until it becomes obvious that Malachite has made a terrible, terrible mistake.

What starts as a sharp pain in here gullet will turn into a sharp pain in her everywhere... but somehow not enough to split her, or make her lose her form. She'll feel something moving inside her, something growing - like branches of a tree becoming bones through her body of light.

Bones she can't control.

Malachite loses control of her hands, and they lift to her neck, applying that same vicious pressure to her throat. It's like she's being puppeted from inside.