She might’ve done that, if it wasn’t for Ocellus. But the changeling that wasn’t a changeling anymore was the one she would’ve wanted to curl up with, and her friend was no longer confident in her own skin. She shifted uncomfortably almost every second, before getting up to pace in front of the window, sit back down, then start pacing all over again. She’d been repeating that cycle every few minutes since Governor Lucky Break had departed.