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"Saved you? How did she save you..?" Avery asked, confused. He didn't think being brought to an island and transformed into an animal counted as 'saving' someone... what could be worse than that? He looked down at her when she sneezed, a worried look on his face when she cried out from the pain. "Bless you," he said. "You okay?" Avery didn't even think about her claws anymore, too concerned for her well-being to worry about them. He didn't think that she would hurt him.

Oh... well, maybe there were worse things than turning into an animal. Avery thought he understood what Colche was trying to tell him. Well, that would explain why she seemed nervous around Rex and I before... Avery thought. He smiled at her. "Then it's a good thing you're here now, huh? It doesn't seem like there are any bad men here. Do you know where Aubrey went?"

Rex had been tromping through the forest around the camp site, taking mental notes of landmarks so he could find his way back. The rain continued to fall, but the wind had mostly died down and the claps in the sky became less frequent. The whole while, he'd been reflecting on his stay at the island. Avery and falling overboard, meeting all those twisted animal people for the first time, his night with Antony and much more. All of it pooled in his mind, fresh as the soothing rain.

Until he heard a loud, feline scream of what sounded like a dying animal coming from the direction of his temporary home-base. Was everyone alright back there? He'd travelled pretty far from where he started and decided to go back to investigate.

Nearing the washed camp, he saw something flash through the corner of his eye leaving flakey white leaves in it's wake. "Hello?" Rex called nervously, what on earth was that thing. For some reason, memories of a show he watched on El Chupacabra came back to him. Was this safe? He took after it, calling out to the thing, "Are you alright?" By the looks of it, he was persuing some sort of giant, green and scaly blob. Like a lizard... Amaya?

He now ran through the forest, trying to catch up with the girl, passing what he now realized was her skin. His stomache growled from hunger and disgust, things just weren't right.

She fell and screamed, he had time to catch up with and cautiously dropped to a jog so he didn't slip and end up in the mud like her. "Amaya?!" He yelled, the event clicking in his mind. She's changing..., he thought to himself. He watched in silent horror as her hands morphed and tail projected farther from her tail bone.

What could he do? Each sob and tear was like a stab in the heart. No one should go through this kind of torturous pain. Would this happen to him? What motivates Moreau to do this to people?! Tears welled in his eyes as well as he threw himself down by her in the mud.

"Amaya, you'll be fine, I-- I promise." He spoke in hushed and quavering tones, trying to comfort the girl anyway he could. He, however, put everything he had in him to try and keep himself from touching her. For all he knew, the scales were tender and young, he'd hate to risk any more pain for the girl.

All that Rex could do was watch and murmer, "Amaya, stay strong, we'll get you through this..." and other comforting messeges. Could she hear him? His eyes widened as he saw her ears mold back into her skull and the green spines erupt like shoots from the top of her head. His breathing quickened and he his jaw grew slack. The green spread across her young face like some kind of alien fungus, When will it stop?!

Her green eyes looked into his and added to the blows attacking his heart. The horror and pain that was expressed pierced his soul even stronger than her changing appearance. Drops plummeted from the sky, they as helpless as Rex was. He could only hope the transformation would be over soon.

He blinked tears from his eyes as his whole body shook, part from the cold and part from fear of the terrible pain.

Rex, too, watched in silence as the locks of hair slid from her scalp. They dropped like birds to the muddy earth beneath them. "Oh..." he barely whispered. He should've seen this coming, of course a reptile wouldn't have hair. His stomach churned and maind raced as the girl broke down to tears before him.

To add to the drama, he scurried to the side to clear room for her vomit, "OH! Gosh, it's okay. A little barf neve--" He stopped mid sentence as she shuddered then fell to the ground, "s**t!" he exclaimed, Whoa... did I just cuss? He only cursed when he found it hard to control his emotions, this was one of those times.

"Oh Lord, o-lord-o-lord-o-lord." He sighed, slightly panicked. This is not good.

Being a lizard must have been a pretty bad animal. All scaly and green, constantly basking in the sun to keep wa-- The sun! Rex remembered that reptiles were cold blooded and this rain was most definately not helping. He had to get her out of here.

"All right, here we go." He got to his feet and swept her up into his arms then trudged his way through the mud back to Ambrose's camp. He had to find warmth somehow.

Breaking the perimeter of the camp, Rex bee-lined straight for the lean-to that he'd stayed in the previous night. He sniffed, the cold making his nose run again, it was the last thing he needed.

He came to his knees in the structure's dirt floor and continued to cling to the unconcious girl in his arms. He held Amaya close to his chest and wrapped his arms around her back, then pulled her trailing tail under the shelter as well. Body heat was the only warmth he could provide for the girl as his clothes were wet and he didnt have a blanket. He breathed heavily and hoped for the best, slowly rocking back and forth with the near-stranger held tight. A prayer ran through his head while his mouth jumbled, "It'll be okay... everything will be alright..."

The rain continued to pound outside the window and blur just about every sound that was remotely quiet. His heart pounded and head sagged, looking to the person he clutched. She was motionless and frozen, he thought all hope was lost...

...until she pulled him closer. "Amaya..." he whispered, his heart lept with joy as he realized she was still breathing and... quite frankly, alive. This poor girl had been through alot. He held her in his arms tighter, just wanting this young girl to turn out okay.

Rex stroked her back with calm hands, ensuring her safety as best he could, "No, don't appologize. It's fine... it's fine..." He hunched over her as if he was guarding her from the pain himself. Why can't I help more? He continued to stroke gently and let out a deep sigh.