~ RIG ~
I didn’t sleep much, but apart from eyes that felt gritty when I opened them to the morning sun, I was fine.
Cara woke at the same time, but after a slow sigh, she sat bolt upright, eyes wide and staring at me, her hand braced on my chest.
“That… what happened? Last night? I was that a dream?!” she hissed.
I shook my head and smiled at her, rubbing her arm. “No dream, babe. But don’t worry. You’re fine. We’re fine.”
“Fine? Fine, Rig? Really? I grew claws.”
And a tail, but I didn’t think she needed to hear that just now. “The good news is, it seems like you can kinda choose which parts to shift—like you can pick just what’s needed. I mean, that’s kind of cool.”
“Cool? Rig, seriously?”
“Babe—”
“Rig, I’m turning into a cat!”