So, he would choose this as his fate. He was stubborn. Born a Connlaothian and a Connlaothian he would stay. What he said made sense to her, however, and she understood the predicament his path in life had led him to. He was right. Wherever he went, unless by some miracle it would be different, he would be a pariah at the very least. He would always be considered a monster, wherever he went, despite how hard he might try. And if Fawn could relate to anyone, it was a person stripped of their dignity and good name. She had a choice to make, and she didn't have much time. She could reveal herself to him and risk never seeing him again, possibly risking her own death, or she could follow through. If she didn't make her choice within the next few days, they would attack again, coming after her as well as him.
Suddenly, her heart tightened at the prospect of losing her opportunity to know him, to explore the emotions surrounding him that had begun to bloom within her, and the prospect of betraying him. That was what this had become, had it not? Betrayal. Now, she regretted more than anything having ever signed the contract to destroy this monster in the hills. At first, it had seemed so simple. All she had known about him before they met was a tale of exaggerated evil. She could understand the people of Connlaoth exaggerating out of lack of understanding. She could forgive them, to some degree, for their ignorance. But could she forgive herself? Had she been steeped in the sick of her treacherous profession for so long that she had lost her moral compass?
If she didn't tell him, the people of Connlaoth would grow suspicious and begin attacking again, as they had when she first met him. Now, it seemed that in order to save his life she had to give up her own to him. A feeling of apathy swam through her. It didn't matter, anyway, did it? She was destined to have a short life with the choices she had made. The world would be better off without her, she imagined. So, what did it matter if he chose to kill her or exile her? She would lose him or her life, there was no other choice.
So, with the momentary resolve she could muster, Fawn took a few steps forward and extended a hand out toward Graven.
"Thank you for sharing what you have with me. I think I understand now. I owe you my honesty, in return."
(By the way, I changed how her natural form looks, so if it doesn't match the original description that's why)
Fawn had always been self-conscious about her original form, and it showed in her face. Her eyes were dewy with tears that threatened to spill over, and her face was downcast, solemn. The body he had known so intimately just an hour or so ago began to change. The curves and slender nature of her body remained the same, but her skin began to pale to become more porcelain, her dark blue eyes changed to an oceanic light blue reflecting the light around her to give them the appearance of having flecks of diamonds in them, her hair curled and lightened dramatically to an almost white pale blonde. Somehow, she had become even more extraordinarily beautiful.
She awaited his hand to take hers, uncertain if he would.
"As you said before, I've been holding out on you. I'm a changeling, a shape-shifter, and this...." she paused, embarrassed, "This is truly me."
He didn't know it, but he had been given a rare gift in seeing her this way. Never had she revealed her true form to anyone. This was a sacrifice for her, and it made it clear to her how much she felt for this man to be willing to bare herself entirely before him. It frightened her, to have felt so much so quickly, but there was something magnetic about him that she couldn't fathom. If only he knew how much he had changed her in such a short time.