Daine draws her leg back; she doesn't like looking at it, and she certainly doesn't want to get used to it, even if that would be the most sensible course of action. There's nothing sensible about any of this.

"It's all just... mad," she says, frustrated. "I know better than to take an immortal shape, and even if I didn't, I wouldn't pick this. And how can you not be you anymore?" Shapeshifting has never been one of Andrew's abilities.