Her eyes slowly lifted when his head fell heavy to the side, and their eyes met once more. His were brown now, deep and warm in color and expression... in a way that settled too deep and too warm in her chest.

"Don't sound so surprised." If she weren't so tired, she might have been offended... but really, she hadn't believed it earlier today either, so she'd let him off easy this time. Lotte watched as his arms splayed out wide, fingers slipping through her own. It seemed he was getting used to the new limitations himself, and Lotte wondered what it felt like for him, to be this now. How much of this was another assumed form? Could this have been more like what he was as a man? His hair, slightly more reddish brown than crimson, his skin, a little more ruddy and flushed... his fingers, less clawed and a somewhat more reasonable length.

If she could have, she'd have spent more time comparing the differences.

"I should think you owe me, mister." There was no bite in her voice, just a gentle teasing, and she pushed herself up as she said it, walking to the kitchen to fetch the bottle. "But we both could use a stiff drink after that."

Two glasses were quickly snatched from the cupboard, and as she walked back with them and the bottle of whiskey, the door to the cabin swung closed on its own at her command. They were safe here. No one else would touch him, not tonight, not ever if they so chose.

Lotte returned to the bed, sinking down next to it and setting the glasses down to fill them before sliding one gently into his hand, her fingers brushing his as she did.

Her own was thrown back in one smooth motion, followed by a hard exhale... "... How do you feel?"