"To the other ream of course." Of course. "I couldn't possibly leave myself. Not when I'm in the middle of getting my home in order. It's just- AHH!" the tiny little fae cut itself off with an excited gasp as Daryl dipped his head through the doorway to check out what was happening. "The kitty returns!"

Daryl met the fae's excited look with wary, narrowed eyes.

"Oh, but you aren't a kitty right now. We should fix that!" and before Daryl could even get a sound of protest out, the fae flicked the air in his direction and he was quiet suddenly in his bobcat form. A yelping growl escaped him while he struggled to get himself orientated after the forced transformation.

The fae simply looked pleased with itself, "Now you can stay here and have milk and get pettings and when Lady Kayla returns she'll have a lovely new friend to invite over for tea!"