[Morrigan descends a little faster this time, but the warning bells are beginning to ring loudly in her head.]
It does. [Her feathers are all fluffed up. That's when she starts to feel strange, just before she realizes why it feels familiar.] I'm- losing con-
[She tries to fly back up, to abort and escape but it's too late. Whatever it is hits her hard and suddenly she's in human shape, clinging to the tiny ledge with her fingertips. Fingertips she wishes would turn into claws any time now as she holds the flashlight between her feet. They don't and her pupils narrow into slits.]
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It does. [Her feathers are all fluffed up. That's when she starts to feel strange, just before she realizes why it feels familiar.] I'm- losing con-
[She tries to fly back up, to abort and escape but it's too late. Whatever it is hits her hard and suddenly she's in human shape, clinging to the tiny ledge with her fingertips. Fingertips she wishes would turn into claws any time now as she holds the flashlight between her feet. They don't and her pupils narrow into slits.]
Ah-! [SHE STANDS CORRECTED, OKAY.]