Moira thinks this might be like how normal people live...with normal lives? She can't begin to grasp how people live with the kind of comfort and protection the whole white picket fence fantasy provides, and yet, here with James now, not being hunted by deadly insects in a tranquil garden, it's hard not to wonder what her life could be like if she weren't who she was and they weren't currently cut off from the rest of the town.

She pauses at the flick of his hand against her tail, considering it. She didn't have the energy yesterday to try and combat the magic of the charm that rendered her into her cat form. Now, after a good night's rest, or so it seemed, Moira realizes she can make an attempt, at least, to get back to her human form, even if it does mean winding up naked in the presence of James Thornton. Again.

"Mew!" She tells him, before bounding off for a more private area in the garden. She manages to hide behind a pair of thick, overgrown bushes, before concentrating with all of her might.

In a matter of moments, and a flash of white light later, Moira is hunched on her own human legs, stark naked.

"Okay, it worked!" She calls out to James. "Can you bring me my clothes?"