“Hey, uh…” The very act of thinking about speaking seemed to warp and twist the world around her. Instead of nothing, Sarah found herself in a body again—the one she remembered, a bat with blueish fur and dark wings. She didn’t conjure clothes, since she hadn’t really worn them during most of her life on Sanctuary so far. There was no floor under her hooves, yet she didn’t fall. Her wings spread mostly on instinct, even though there was nothing for her to do with them. “Woah. That was… not what I expected.” Her voice had returned to the way she remembered it, though it was the only thing.