The fins twitched as she watched, the movements similar to those of her former ankle wings.
Her hands ended in sharper points, but she was surprised to find that the webbing between them remained. Odd. And yet also much the same.
"I... guess?" she said, still trying to take this in. "Those things that attacked us," she added, her mind shifting tracks, "they were my brothers and sisters. Weren't they?"
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