[Small favors. Sometimes talking to her was like navigating a minefield, as surprising for what wouldn't set her off as for what would. Perks of befriending an Old One.

Not that they were friends, exactly, and she would probably use his spine as a weapon if she heard him suggest that they were, but still.]

Nothing at all, I assume.

[It's okay, Illyria, you go ahead and glare to your heart's content, he's used to it.]

It could be that, since humans already existed in this world, I didn't need to be altered to conform... or it might simply be sheer dumb luck that I wound up in a human body again.