"Probably the same thing affecting your magic," Jessica said before Shelly could respond.
Shelly knew that wasn't true, but she was too tired to argue. Whatever was affecting her had happened while on Marchosias's island. She recalled that strange dream, with that creepy old man. Ever since waking up, holding any form other than her own was difficult, if not impossible. Then there were the voices. Or maybe it was only one voice? Something fought her when she changed, and she always ended up emptying her stomach.
It was her fault they were captured. Jessica had needed a weapon, but when she tried to shift, everything went wrong. How they knew where to set up their trap as Becky was dropping them off at the nearest portal, Shelly didn't know. The Knights were well prepared for them.
"Were you able to find out what time it is?" Jessica asked as she helped Shelly sit up.
