Azura's POV (in Rhydor's body)
I noticed it about halfway through the walk.
His body was not getting tired.
Apart from the shoulder that kept burning no matter what I did, everything else just kept moving. Strong and steady, like this body had been built specifically to walk through cursed forests forever and had no plans of stopping. I had never felt anything like it. My own body gave up eventually. It always did. I had made peace with that a long time ago.
This body did not give up.
I looked back.
Rhydor was struggling.
My legs were shorter than he was used to, and my stride sat differently, and my center of gravity was lower than he expected. Every few steps he lurched slightly, my body correcting for a balance he had not figured out yet. He was breathing harder than the pace deserved. I knew exactly what that felt like. Those were my lungs. My smaller lungs are working twice as hard to keep up with someone else's pace.
