[there remains a strange over awareness wherever they come in contact with each other, as though his hands weigh more, that he's pressing his shoulder against her instead of simply being beside her.

and she knows it's something to do with this change that came with the jump. in knowing that they needn't turn on a lamp because she can see him despite the low light. in how her fingers came to pause over two tufts of feathers at her shoulder blades when she undressed for bed.]

Clearly we've changed in order to blend in better with this world. Whether by Astoria, or the magic here. [which is odd, both considering such a thing hasn't ever happened before, but also because she's seen locals walking around who already look Altean and human.]

Perhaps, there is someone here like you that you can speak to...

[but her voice trails off as he speaks of how she feels to him, and, despite the troublesome idea that she's overwhelming to him, something dips in her core in a not-so-unpleasant way at the thought.]

Do I? [and though he says it's not negative, she does remove her hand from his, curling them at her knees.] Because...I feel something different about you as well.

A... [she frowns, not certain how to say it.] You feel...darker.