Siffleur chuckles. Yes, he imagines that would be a satisfying sight to see. Shame that she's lost that ability here, but it seems to be the way this place is.

"I can, for a while. Half an hour or so, then my body forces me in one direction or another." He scratches at his beard a little. "My mother can be between for two hours, but I do not have the ability to withstand that much pain. So I save my mid transformation for when I need it most. It's helped me a few times catch hunters off-guard. They do not expect something that can move on all fours and still open doors."