"Yeah, kind of like that." Rose is hard-pressed to call either of them truly deities but- It's fine. He can think of them how he wants. They're not so picky about labels. Well. The dragons, maybe, but they're a bunch of conceited assholes Rose doesn't about.

He says please. She almost doesn't. But while they might have their disagreements, she's not malicious. Or at least she doesn't try to be. With a sigh, the woman focuses. It takes a little longer than the change back because the spell requires concentration to maintain and dropping it is the opposite. It's a lot harder to think about something intensely than to not, so. After a moment though, she's back to the blond woman that most of the residents of Hadriel are familiar with.

"I'm not like them," she says. "Not the ones that were here." Not anymore. She refuses to be.