Phillip turned into a bat and hung from the ceiling.
Petunia, the princess, blinked and frowned. "Phillip...doesn't like imps. He was attacked by some as a child and he has hated them ever since." She decided to tell them the truth.
Cesidia smiles. She had left to fetch something and had come back with armloads of baked goods. "Oh hello little fellow," she greets the imp. "Anyone want anything?" She looks up and frowns. "Is he okay?" She refers to Philip.