The room was quiet. Everyone respected their moment except for Kalla who kept writing down her notes and accessing to the collected data in the Library to adapt the procedure to Lichhood.
"Do you think you still have a human form?" Friya asked and Nalrond's stomach growled in reply.
"Maybe." He shrugged, and the simple gesture was strong enough to push her two steps away. "Gods, I'm so sorry."
Nalrond had never been so heavy and strong so he had no control over his new form. A quick examination confirmed that Friya was alright. Her enhanced body and the armor she wore protected her from his clumsy touch.
"Don't worry. We can work this out. It happened to me as well right after Faluel Awakened me." Friya had lost count of the cups she had broken and the ribs she had cracked by hugging people.
"Your human form can wait. First, we all need food and rest." She said.
