"Mm?" Melly had begun to doze, and as she lifted her head sleepily, blinking, it took her a few moments to puzzle through his words. "Oh. Oh!"
She nodded. "I can shift, just give me a moment." With a soft, pained grunt, she slid down his side to the ground. Her legs shook and she stumbled, but managed to stay mostly upright. At least, until she closed her eyes and willed her form to change, bracing herself for a sharp pain.
What she got was far more than she anticipated. Her dislocated wing popped and cracked and jerked and she cried out, evey sore and battered muscle in her body protesting the change of shape. She staggered forward and her knees trembled, then gave out, sending her to the ground. The cuts that covered her body burned, two reopening, and she panted as she braced her palms on the ground in front of her.
With a small whimper, she gasped, "I'm not- not changing back...any time soon."