It had been many centuries since the skinwalker had returned to her original form, in fact, she didn't remember what she did look like nor that she was a woman. The sight of her own body after so long was the most painful experience she ever endured and it caused it to fall on a frenzy.
She darted out of the room where Uriel and Charlie were and headed right back to the dungeon after grabbing a snack. She had been trapped for so long in the first world, formless and alone, she couldn't believe she was walking right back to that cursed place on her own volition. But it was necessary for her survival, she needed to reach that place before she finished consuming the small portion of skin she got from Uriel or she would forget everything about him.
There was no way Uriel could have forged his memories, hence everything she saw had to be the truth, but that only made things worse.
