There is a faint prickle along her skin, the barest hint of physical pain that hints that she needs to slow and deepen her breath. No need to think about the change and why and the way her body no longer seems like it is entirely her own. This is still a party. She still has a drink in her hand.

"I understand wanting to fix things for other people." It's an easier thing to focus on than her body. In theory, she can even appreciate someone wanting to help her.

She does appreciate the offer. It seems truly sincere, and she knows how rare that is better than just about anyone. "Thanks. I'll remember that." She keeps her eyes averted, focused on a middle distance that doesn't require eye contact. "I'm currently trying not to change much. The impulse control is bad."