If this were really a game like Eupheria insisted it was, Mittens might be happy to see that nobody here was really managing any better than she was. It'd be pretty reasonable, you know? This is humiliating enough without having to look around the room and realize she's the farthest gone of anyone. But... like this? Looking around, thinking about how she feels, how she looks? Deciding that she might actually be holding up the best of anyone?

It feels awful. It's not even a comfort to see Eska or Azora as changed as they are. They're still Kazelia's sisters, after all. Whatever jerks they might be, they deserve better than to have their chance at grow-- erm, their chance at being better people taken away from them so they can amuse Eupheria for a little while. She has to fix this. It's all on Mittens' pretty kitty shoulders. She can't see how it's not. Not with Kazelia looking so... crippled. Not with Adila being, oh whiskers, why is she so? Eurgh. [i]Dog.[/i] Not with... 

Her breath catches. No!

Mittens doesn't really walk so much as sashay anymore. It's not her fault! Her [s]paws[/s] feet demand prancing! Her hips demand swaying! Her tail demands swishing! Her suit demands flaunting! Please, oh please don't take this as a sign she's trying to flaunt herself right now! Don't think she's enjoying this! It's awful! It's... it's...

Deep breaths, Mittens. She reaches the tables. She stares at Azora and watches her greedily stuff her cheeks with that haughty look still somehow stuck on her stupid jerk face. She rolls her crystal eyes, the only part of her that feels completely herself anymore. She grabs two plates of sandwiches and keeps walking. Forward, forward. Ok careful now, careful. Do not get dogged. Do not. Get! She sets the first tray down on the ground. Then she reaches out her hand, carefully.... [i]caaaaarefully[/i]... she stretches her hand as far out away from her as she can while at the same time pivoting to her side and tentatively pulling her leg up like she's about to hop away onto a table or something. And like this, reaching out and shrinking back in equal measure, she manages to give Adila the slightest of pats on the nose. 

Oh Adila. She's so sorry for yelling. She's so sorry for everything. You have to understand, please. A-and don't lick her! Don't! D-down, girl! Rivers.

She carefully sidesteps closer to the hug pile. She holds out the tray of sandwiches to share with everyone with hands. She watches the woman who is very definitely [i]not[/i] Eupheria, and she gulps. 

"...Momma?" it's more of a question than she means for it to be.

"Momma!" she tries again. More insistent. Confident. Does she catch a spark of recognition. 

Mittens smiles, showing off her pointy kitten teeth. Her tail flicks carelessly this way and that, and her wi-- little lavender triangles twitch on her head, begging for attention. She picks up a sandwich and forces it into Isolde's hand. 

"Please, you have to eat. We're going to make it out of this, ok? We're going home, Momma. You and me. To see Mom and Free, and Jess, and we're all going to have the [i]biggest[/i] hug and the best dinner ever. As many fish as-- you know what I mean. I promise. I... I promise. So, so, so promise me too, ok? Even if... even if you forget, I'll remember. I'll remember for both of us. Ok?"

She takes a bite of her sandwich, hoping to encourage Isolde to do it to. Her nose scrunches up. Asparagus soup?!?

[Mittens will Fill Her Belly and heal Sense. Unmarking her Wall spell]