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Well, getting lunch had been downright insulting. Cassidy was used to being, well, slightly taller than average. Having to suddenly strain to be seen by the cafeteria workers was, well. Stupid.

Still. With a plate of meatballs and two rare steaks which she'd already cut up into bite-size pieces, Cass left the uncomfortably air-conditioned cafeteria and headed out to the warm beach, albeit awkardly, on her knees.

Concentrating on not stubbing her knee on a sharp rock or spilling her lunch, she came out onto the beach, her head down. The sound of voices caught her attention, and she raised her head to see.

Oh, hell. People. Cassidy half-considered fleeing, but speed was not quite an easy thing right now.

Ambrose began the basic drill again with Amaya, starting slow, pausing between movements, and keeping the forward/backwards movements pretty evenly spaced at first, while carrying on the conversation with Pyroth.

Neither of them were holding a blade- they still rested on a rock nearby.

"Well, I suppose it's difficult to discern just where the barrier between human and canine is...." Ambrose admitted, wondering just when he would be considered actually canine... IF he would.

"Well, regardless, I'm sure if you had as much practice as you say, that your work must have been quite talented. Have you given though to drawing? Like Hargun?"

But while Ambrose was keeping a conversation with Pyroth, he made sure to Keep his eyes on Amaya, encouraging. He DID notice some improvement. "Aha! You have been practicing! I can tell!" He grinned.

His back was to the path that led to the beach, and his attention on Amaya, so he had not noticed Cassidy's approach.

Cassidy tilted her head, and hobbled her way across the sand.

This was ridiculous. She couldn't keep doing this. It was hard on her knees, for one. She'd have to figure something else out.

"Fencing practice, I assume?" Just act casual. Nothing out of the ordinary at all. Nope. No way. Cassidy attempted to smile, though it was half-hearted.

She felt sick.

Ambrose was just about to mention to Amaya to keep her eyes on his when she fell backwards over the log.

"Amaya!?" he stepped forward, instinctually offering her a hand up. "Are you alright??"

It was then that he heard Cassidy's voice calling from behind his head. He chuckled a bit self-consciously before even turning around. "Yes, actually - I've been teaching Amay-" He turned around to address the person he was speaking to, and somewhere in the turn managed to lose the rest of his sentence.

Cassidy had changed.

But moreso than that, it was becoming painfully obvious the extent that the morphological changes that could happen to them. Her face looked so different - more inhuman than even greer's with the hardened yellow nose. She was carrying a plate of food, and the scales had spread over the majority of her body... including over a long tail. She was kneeling down for some reason, but the strangest thing was that there were feathers on her arms? Were... they actually her feathers? Or just some accessory?

He wouldn't stare. She was probably having more than her own share of problems. And at least, thank God, Greer had already taken the fall for shaking him out of his dream-world that they couldn't possibly change more than they already had. He felt guilty about probably not helping Greer's self-opinion, but at least Cassidy- who was more likely more fragile than Greer in regards to the change - especially its serpentine nature - he would be stronger to.

"Cassidy, I'm sorry.... you... got your third injection, didn't you...?" He said quietly, sympathetically, dropping his stance completely.

He glanced quickly back to Pyroth, although Cassidy was more in the forefront of his mind at the moment. "I'm sure the Doctor would be willing to oblige if you ask - he doesnt' seem hesitant to buy things for us... though if he heard your comment about the swine serum he might have second thoughts on getting you good quality paper." He added teasingly.

"I suppose I did get my third injection." Cassidy didn't look at them. Coming down here had maybe been a bad idea... oh, man. She probably looked like an idiot.

She sat herself down cross-legged, her deformed feet plainly obvious. "I don't suppose you folks know of any snakes that have feathers? But don't stop on my account." She popped a bit of meat into her mouth, and swallowed it whole.

Ambrose patted Amaya on the shoulders and moved to put himself between Amaya and Cassidy in hopes that Amaya would be able to recover from her feaux paus while out of direct line of sight. He knew how delicate emotionally one could be after a change. Not to mention probably rather tender physically as well.

But he couldn't help but eye her legs as she brought them around when she sat down. A bit of fear ran down his spine, setting his fur on end. Her simplified legs all but promised more to come - and just how great the physical changes would get. Aubrey had said that they would probably keep their hands... but would they still be able to stand up?? He had been thinking about offering for Cassidy to join them in fencing before he saw her legs and now realized that that would just be grinding salt into a wound. But... what about the rest of them? Would he be reduced to all fours like a real animal? That... that would be unbrearable, above all else.

"No, it's fine, Cassidy. If you need to talk about anything... anything at all- we're here for you." He smiled, knowing Amaya would understand. "But... if you want some more time... I understand that as well - but dont' feel bad about interrupting. We've got nothing but time here, unfortunately..."

"Sounds like you have a plan at least, Pyroth." Ambrose said to him. "we definately need at least hobbies here... lest we DO go crazy. Something to keep our minds creative and to minimize any temptation that might arise from other new instincts... I mean it might not be an issue, but I think it's a good thing to focus on the things that make us who we are." Ambrose had given this a lot of thought.

"Mixing... serums?" Cassidy repeated, dully. "Oh no. Oh, god no. They wouldn't try something like that, would they?"

She rubbed her temples, letting out a slight whimper. "I'm not even turning into something real. Great. Just... just great." Her voice cracked; she cleared her throat. "Maybe I shouldn't have come down here..."