The desire to witness a transformation was exclusively Calia's. As such, Monderyn and Llarasa went along with tension in their demeanour. Monderyn had seen Fendros as a werewolf before and did not have any plans to see it again. Llarasa merely had a fear of the unknown.

When Ahnasha removed her dress, Monderyn looked away politely, but Llarasa brought her fingers to her mouth, staring with silent horror at the scars. The horror only continued when Ahnasha began to transform. Llarasa stepped back and held on tightly to Monderyn's arm. Monderyn was trying to put on a strong face, but could not compete with the stony expression on Calia.

Of course, Calia could not see a thing with her damaged eyes, but not even the gruesome sounds of the transformation, the low, growling breathing of Ahnasha's werewolf form, nor her children cowering made her waver. By the time Ahnasha was fully transformed, Calia softly asked, "May I see you now?"

Fendros took Calia's arm. "Wait a moment," he said, looking at Ahnasha to make sure she was aware and in control. After a few moments, he nodded to his mother. "Come forward, carefully."

Fendros then took slow steps forward, guiding Calia towards Ahnasha. Once Ahnasha was used to Calia's smell and kept comfortable by Fendros', Fendros lifted Calia's hands to gently feel at Ahnasha's transformed face.