The girl step aside, inclining her head. "You're on the run. I won't stop you." She noted, drawing the idea from the way she wanted to go on the move. "Heck. I'd even join you, or be sorely tempted." The bitter truth was that she dared not to leave. The school was sure to miss her, and thus she would be hunted. Something Desdemona would rather avoid. Though somewhere a little thought echoed loudly. She could shift to any animal she chose, all she needed was the anatomy. To study it for a time. Once done she would be impossible to hunt, or nearly so. Hesitation showed on her face clearly, with a sort of longing. How she envied this other who could as she could not. How she wished to take to wing, hoof, and paw and leave for the sweet mountains and forests. Or the ocean even. That thought brought a bloom of joy to her. It was the last form she learned and she was anxious to feel the skin warp and cold currents wash over her as she was at home in salt and foam.