Mizaak remained stubbornly as far from the deluge as he could manage, keeping as dry as possible. In time, it would seem as though his feeling would pay off, as he saw a figure in soaked raiments tromp past him.
His eyes widened, and he jumped to his feet, stepping out info the rain. The moment he felt the rain beating on his skin, he felt the inevitable change as the water seemed to merely accumulate on him, changing from clear liquid to flesh and scales.
In but a seconds time, it wasn't a man who clamped a hand on Amaya's shoulder, but a beast. A large, bipedal reptile with a head reminiscent of a snakes, blue and black scales covering his whole body, and a thick tail starting at the small of his back, Mizaak stood in his true form. The only truly recognizable features on him would be his golden eyes, full of a mix of care and shock, and the steel trident he carried in one fist.
In this form, speaking was ridiculously difficult, but he would try anyway, his words stumbling over themselves as he fought to say them. "Amaya," he started, the 'M' in her name barely pronounced as he had no lips to make the sound, "why are you out here?"