After adapting to his body, the weakened Shard lay in Miss Belindel's arms, wanting to copy Mia and shake off the water by trembling, but he found himself soft and powerless, and he hadn't mastered Mia's technique despite both being cats. Fortunately, Miss Belindel noticed his intention, placed her hand on him, and dried his fur.
"What's happened? Can't you change back?"
She couldn't care less about her own situation, still bowing her head with concern for the cat in her arms. The small silver cat lay pitifully in her lap, and even when she reached out to stroke him, Shard Cat had no strength to resist.
"Is this the price of using your power just now?"
