“… Trust me, if I was able to do magic still, I wouldn’t
have ‘walked’ all the way here. It doesn’t seem to be channeling right,
which I’m sure in in an effort to keep me this way as long as SHE wants.
And by she I mean TK of course.” Kit explained while heading for the
chair. It took some difficulty to climb in, but eventually she managed,
only leaving a few drop behind in the process.

“Man,” she
yawned… or at least she was pretty sure she did, “getting transformed
into something sure is tiring. Do you think it’s be terribly uncouth if I
just went to sleep here? Or you can just pour me in a bucket I guess…”
She became noticeably more relaxed as her previous-almost actual blob
shape- turned into something more akin to looking like a dew drop.

The Repairman nodded. It was always good to make sure before doing anything else.

He winced at the mention of TK, and got his hammer and nails ready to continue fixing the nearby Wall break. Still, before doing that, he went up to the grey blob and rubbed her head a little bit.

“Sure, Kit. Just rest for a bit.”

Marie dug into her hammerspace before bringing out a sizeable blanket, gently tucking Kitterah in.

“Don’t worry. We’ll help you through this…”

Neither blob seemed to mind the grey paint that was now all over their hands.