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Antony's eyes widened and she didn't know whether to vomit or to help. But how could she help? She dropped to her knees and moved towards Anjali, forgetting entirely about her lack of clothing.

Ignoring Jamal for the most part due to the initial shock of the entire situation, Antony shushed him violently, turning to glare at him. Part of her wanted to keep watching, but the other told her to look away or face the possibility of being sick.

On top of that, she didn't know how to be comforting in this situation. In the back of her mind, she remembered the simple phrase that would always make her feel better. "I'm right here... You're safe."

It was a surprise to hear herself speak such... heartfelt words, but they seemed to be the right thing to say at the moment.

Anjali did glance up at Antony's words, and offered her a wan smile. "Thanks," she said, then shivered again as another wave of discomfort hit her. Her hands tingled again, then suddenly lost all feeling and control, going numb in an instant. Her fingers hung limply.

She looked at the other person to try and clamp down on the panic, and realized it was Jamal. "Jamal... I'm sorry," she mumbled, looking ashamed. "I was the only one left so old... wasn't I..."

Something was happening to her nails, and she winced as the discomfort squirmed into them. Still no pain... but the keratin in her nails was changing color to red, deep red. And something was happening on her head, too, at the roots of her hair, a very odd sensation as though she could feel every strand in a far more sensitve way than ever before possible...

Experimentally, she sort of flopped her trembling fingertips together and winced as the tips of her misshapen nails sagged completely, then began to ooze an odd, sweet-smelling substance that fell in sticky strands. "Sundew sap," she said, and her voice sounded very far away. "It'll attract bugs to eat..."

Jamal didn't know what to say to Anjali. Why and how could she be apologizing to him right now. He had no idea how she could even focus on anyone else but her own body, which was betraying her before the audience of three sets of eyes.

"I can't watch this," he suddenly said as a fierce tremor struck his own body, catching his voice harshly so it came out choked as he pulled himself away. He half ran, half stumbled towards the ocean in a blind panic but as his feet struck the slightly harder, damp sand that lingered at the edge of where the water reached, he just sort of crashed into a sitting position and inwardly curled in on himself, arms going up over his head and neck in almost in an instinctive manner as he forced his chin to his chest.

His stomach heaved painfully as did his lungs, both threatening to overpower him with either a guest appearance of his early meal or hyperventilation from panic and sudden exertion.

The tattooed woman glanced over at Jamal at his statement, eyes gaining a bit of surprise at the tone of his voice, worry taking over when his body shook. He had gotten up before she could stop him, and she simply watched as he fell apart, stumbling towards the ocean.

A wince hit her when he fell, but her attention was caught by Anjali. She was the one changing after all, and she had promised.

Luckily, Antony had missed the rest of the transformation thanks to Jamal's outburst, watching cautiously as Anjali dealt with the insect. Swallowing, she looked from the freaking out Jamal back to the freakishly calm Anjali.

Props for Anjali's keen ability to keep composure during her transformation.

Antony didn't want to think of how she'd react when... if she herself changed at all. Optimism, two weeks weren't up...

"How... Do you feel?" She asked tentatively, tearing her eyes from the gooey fingers to the darker woman's face. Hopefully she was okay, because Jamal didn't seem to be handling it too well.

She had accepted the fact that people on the island were going to look different, were going to change, and to Antony, she viewed them as 'body modifications,' conveniently forgetting that they weren't exactly voluntary. Whatever kept her sane.

Another glance was sent in Jamal's direction, lips curved downwards in a frown.

"Anjali, I'm going to help the hysterical one right quick," she didn't like how he was acting, and with an apologetic look towards Anjali, Antony turned and chased after the black man.

With her luck, Jamal would try and drown himself.

Antony closed the distance between her and the curled up Jamal easily, and she instantly sank to her knees next to him, reaching out to rub his back in a comforting motion. She didn't know how he'd take to a hug, and decided that this would be the best way to start off.

"It's over Jamal..." The tattooed woman whispered before crawling in front of him and gently wrapping her hands around his wrists to pull them from his face. "She's safe... You're safe..."

But you still smell, a voice in her head was quick to remind her. It was brushed aside almost immediately

Her eyes watched him with concern, her thumb absently caressing the insides of his wrists as she held them still.

Her hands released his wrists immediately, falling to rest on his knees as she remained silent for a while, contimplating what to do. She decided to go with a subject change.

"Am I to take that as a raincheck on the de-smelling of Jamal?" Antony said woefully, a look of mock mourning settling on her features. Absently, her thumbs restarted their motions on his knees, but other than that, she did not advance on him further.

He was much bigger than she, and Antony had yet to see him violent. Now was not a time to find out either.

"Personally," she began. "I'd rather you didn't, and besides it'll probably make you feel better."

Antony gave his knees one final rub before removing them to tug off her shirt, which she balled up and chucked far up the beach. Away from the rising water.

The water was already beginning to crash up around them as the tide came in, a small smile coming to the woman's lips. "My hands are magic~," she crooned, hoping to lure him out from his hiding place behind his arms.