Round 41 Transcript

I stare at Jeane’s wings in horrified fascination, my heart pounding against my ribs like a trapped bird "Those... those aren’t real," my voice is so faint it's almost inaudible, but it cuts through the sudden silence of the room with startling clarity
My eyes dart around the room, landing on Silra’s tense posture and then Hera’s wide-eyed shock before returning to Jeane, who stands there calmly as if nothing has changed "You said you were just a woman," I whisper, taking another small step back towards the door, my bare feet silent on the plush carpet
My mind races, trying to process what I’m seeing, what it means, but all I can feel is a primal terror clawing its way up my throat "You lied to us," it comes out as an accusation, my voice gaining some strength even though my body feels weak and shaky
I look at Silra again, hoping for confirmation, for someone else to see what I’m seeing, but she’s just watching me with a mixture of concern and confusion on her face "We need to get out of here," I say, the words more for myself than anyone else in the room.

I understand your hesitation, Silra. But I assure you, this is who I truly am—just a different expression of myself. Jeane's wings fold gracefully against her back as she takes a slow step toward Abby, voice calm and reassuring. There's no threat here, my love. Let me explain everything.