"Are you okay, sweetheart?"
She could not utter, so she jerked her head vehemently.
"I'm—I am so sorry. I did not mean for you to discover like that."
"Find out what? I do not even understand what I just saw. Are you some sort of magician?"
"I'm a shapeshifter."
"A shape-who?"
"Shapeshifter. You may have learned of us in Native American legends. But they're not just legends. We exist, and my alternate structure is a Falcon."
She reached for the railing.
"I have to sit down."
"Here, let me assist you." He supported her forearm as she lessened herself to settle on the lid step, then he crouched subsequent to her.
"I wouldn't have surmised you if I hadn't discerned it with my own sights. Do you switch into any other shapes?"
"No. Just a peregrine Falcon."
"Why did you procrastinate this long to confide me?"
"I was scared of losing you."
