[As if it's not bad enough that she's already a monster, unable to ever be what little might have passed for a true self. As if it's not bad enough that she has to be alone all of her own actions. Now she's been spirited away (exactly what she deserves), experimented on for the better of the local populace (at least she'll be useful), and she's not the only one suffering this particular hell (reassuring in a fucked up way).

So she stumbles out into the group on stubby, shadowy little legs, tugging her protective sheet back down, and drifts towards the nearest person. Maybe here, they won't be afraid of monsters like her. The nurse was nice enough, and she was a monster too. She wasn't human. Maybe here, Priyet could be normal...Maybe she could learn to be okay with what she's done.]

...Hello. Did you get injected too? I'm Priyet.

[Even her voice is garbled, alien. At least it's vaguely understandable.]

[Well, she was at a magical school before, living in dorms with dozens of other orphans. This is...Not entirely new! Just new in this shape, that's all. So of course, the first thing is for Priyet to see if she can even fit in the bunks. She's...Quite...large, after all. About two metres tall, with quite the rotund head and equally rotund little body.

Which is to say that she doesn't fit at all.

She's stuck. It's not completely embarrassing, given that it's a bunk bed and she's merely wedged with one leg and half of her head in, but...It's still not comfortable or pleasant, is it? Her tail lashes wildly, and her tiny white eye frantically looks around from within the sheet that covers her, trying to find help.]

Hello? Hello! Please...Please help...?

[The changes that have had Priyet huddled in the nurse's office for the past few days are...They're actually quite lovely, for how painful they've been to endure. She's been cornered, alongside your character, for an impromptu fitness test, and she looks...Just a little different than she did a week ago.

For one, the fur on her legs, visible as it is, is almost iridescent like an oil slick, instead of matte, voidal shadow fur. It's also a few shades lighter, a charcoal shade. And there's an extra set of holes on her protective sheet now, allowing for a new pair of arms to jut through and be useful. It'd hurt to grown all of that, and she hadn't been keen on shedding piles and piles of fur just to grow this new coat, but...

She feels a little...Prettier, somehow. As if maybe she got just a little lighter, a little lighter still, she might match the prettiest silver hair she's ever seen.

The second pair of arms is...Well, they're there. That's all. But it's the thing they're testing right now; how well she can use her new limbs, and how well you can use yours. Paws up, eyes glowing, she nods. It's a dexterity test over everything else, so it's...a clapping game. She's got this in the bag, baby; she's still a schoolgirl herself, under all the hair and Big Hideous Body.]

When you're ready.