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Druid didn’t miss the look that passed over Fiona’s face only seconds after she said her old name. She knew her body had changed drastically these past few months. It was one of many pain points for her in this postpartum phase. She found herself battling an urge to cover her body or even slink away so no one else could see her. Tears pricked her eyes. She fought those too.

It’s Druid now, she said in a strangely throaty voice.

She cleared her throat and glanced at Anselm, who remained mum. Fiona said nothing else. Was anyone going to explain what was going on or were they just going to stand here staring at her? Judging her?

She noticed the Birch looking at something and followed his eye line, only now noticing the creature squatting beneath Fiona. Her head reared back. She stared for a few beats, then lifted her eyes to the other woman’s face, which now wore a much more neutral expression.

Something strange happened to Druid’s face then. It scrunched, then smoothed. She felt like a stranger in her own body and now her own face felt like a mask as her facial muscles fell into an unfamiliar contortion of cold, hard lines.

We can’t help you.