Yennifer remained silent for a moment, still lying down, breathing heavily. The air around her seemed to vibrate—not with chaos, but with potential. Like an arrow stretched to its limit, about to be released.
Then, with a slow movement, she sat up.
Cristine immediately placed a hand on her back, instinctive, protective.
Yennifer raised her head, staring at the stone ceiling, and for a brief moment, she closed her eyes. As if trying to understand... to inhabit that new body. When she opened them again, a small spark ran through her white iris before dissolving.
She moved—first her fingers, then her shoulders. A crack ran down her spine as she slowly stretched, arching her back and letting out a long sigh, almost a guttural purr.
"My body..." she murmured. "It's different. Light. But... solid. As if I could crush stone with my fingers."
