[Giggling at the wisecrack, Allison just grins, smiling down at Duchess and finally reaching for her bunny so she can cuddle her for a second. Duchess is tenser in Allison's arms, and that's upsetting, but she doesn't growl or squirm or thump. When Allison gives her a place to tuck into on her shoulder, she settles in, and after a few long moments finally starts her contented chittering.

It makes her sad that she scares Duchess now...but it will get better. She hopes, at any rate...and it's hard to be near her when the smell of rabbit makes her beast growl and itch to run, to hunt...]

I turned into me. [She's still smiling as she faces Lydia again, running a hand over Duchess's furry side.] That's what it feels like, anyway. I like how strong I feel...I sort of hope we find a port where I can just...run. Run and never stop.

[She kisses Duchess, and it makes the beast within snarl. Duchess seems to sense it, because she promptly stops chittering.

With a sigh, Allison takes Duchess and hands her back to Lydia.]

It's so weird. She smells like food...not to me, but to...the wolf. [She makes a face, looking sheepish.] It's a little like having multiple personalities, you know? The wolf is like another person in my skull...she has wants and needs and a voice.