Daine's brow furrows. The answer seems obvious. But then she realizes they've been speaking of having a shape forced on folk, and it occurs to her that he might think she's stuck, at least to a point.

"Oh, it's... I didn't mean that I couldn't," she explains. "It's only that, well." Her cheeks prickle, and she begins to wish she hadn't reshaped her head. Cat faces don't really do 'embarrassment.' "My clothes don't come with me, when I take animal shape." Excepting the Badger's token, of course, but that hardly counts as far as everyone's modesty is concerned.

Barreling onward, she says, "I'm not sure it'd change your shape at all. I've asked some of the People to keep half an eye on the place, and they say some folk come out not looking any different. But that doesn't mean they weren't magicked somehow. Seems best not to chance it."