A tiny voice popped up in her head. I...don't think I can turn it back...
Which probably sounded ridiculous considering she'd seen him do massive dragon fireworks, long range teleporting, and all sorts of crazy ways of blowing up things. Surely turning some silk back to its original colour would be easier. But apparently that was a case of too little magic and too much precision needed. And he was terrible with those things.
Hell, some of the furniture at HQ had originally been different sorts of furniture before he'd accidentally gotten to it. Now he might be able to try changing the jacket back but...there was a chance the rest of it might change colour or stop being a jacket...
He made another distressed sound and the wing tips flapped a little in panic.
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