"It was odd trying to balance myself in trees, being so top-heavy." He closed the book slightly but didn't look up, in the case that Blilly was still changing. "And drowning in clothing. Completely inefficient for someone with my skill set, though the clothes rustled amazingly."

"Since I wasn't actually her I still had my pathetic strength in comparison, even if I retained most of my agility. And I so wanted to punch a hole through a wall, too," the elf lamented.

"But we looked just alike; most of the non-magical members of the family couldn't tell us apart unless they asked me something only she would know. It's easy enough to mimic anyone's mannerisms when you watch them long enough."