This is all Duck knows of her changing back into a girl--one moment, she is floating on the calm waters of the pond, watching a trio of young girls, still thick with baby fat, as they twirl like the ballerinas they see sometimes at the academy. Somewhere on the dock behind her, she knows that Fakir is writing something although he is particularly protective of his work today, but still she is glad he is there, even as her heart aches, watching the girls.

And then the next moment, she sinks nearly two feet down into the muddy water with a squawk of shock, only having time to hear a half garbled "it worked!" coming from Fakir before icy water gushes into her ears. She jumps up, meaning to take flight from the cold, but there is something wrong with her wings--where are her feathers?--and then she is half tackled by something surprisingly warm. Reaching up with--fingers?!--with human hands, she finds herself half trapped, but courteously covered by a thick sweater.

"Whatever you do," Fakir manages through gritted teeth, giving the hem another tug down to try and cover more of her legs, "do not take that off until we get you something to actually wear."

Duck promptly forgets the cold water and returns the tackle with a hug of her own. The two of them must make quite the sight to the three little ballerinas on the other side of the pond, but right now, all Duck can do is burrow against Fakir and laugh and cry in joy.