"Your familiar is judging us," Cel observed with remarkable calm.
"She judges everything."
Maki transformed right there in the middle of the gym, because of course she did. Privacy and appropriate timing were concepts that existed in a dimension my familiar had never visited. Darkness swirled around her small form like ink in water. Reality bent, twisted, and folded in on itself in ways that made my eyes hurt if I looked at it too directly.
Then a very naked woman stood between us, wearing nothing but a smug expression and her natural dark beauty like the world's most confident streaker.
Cel's eyes went wide as dinner plates.
"So that's how that works," she said faintly.
"Surprise."
"That's a person."
"A person who's about to get locked in my room for a week," I added pointedly.
