"No I-- I think I'll be alright. Why can't you change back?" The notion of being stuck distracted him from the fact that the cottage was, apparently, thoroughly bespelled.

"A mer-- well. That's rather... inconvenient, I imagine. With my luck, I'd end up something horrid," he said with a weak sort of smile. He sat up more, turning his back on the cottage for now. It really was jarring to see Daine's head on a body so large and... feline.