She hesitates, then nods. Her body feels more familiar the longer she's in it, and though she's still shaking from the shock she's had, she doesn't think it's bad enough to have her falling on her face. "I think so," she adds for good measure. It's not hard for her to speak aloud; surely she can manage to stand.

Her panicked retreat fetched her up within a foot or so of the counter. She reaches up with one hand, using it to steady herself as she rises to her feet. For a sick-making moment, the room seems to tilt around her. She's taller than she was as a wolf, and the floor seems awfully far away. But the dizziness ebbs, and she's able to take her weight off of the counter.

"I did it," she says, pressing her lips together. At least she can stop them from wobbling. "Huzzah."