No transformation, no shift, no change at all, Ylrid had noticed the large cone of ice that Eira had managed to throw up to protect herself, but it had not been enough. Now as he hovered over her body that appeared to fade out of conciousness he realized he may have gone to far, but he wasn't ready to be entirely sympathetic quite yet. His large dragon form landed near her, and soon he had shifted back into his human form. It was going to happen sooner or later anyways since going back to Lord Bennington's estate as a dragon would habe started a war he was not going to win. He might have been powerful, but one dragon against an army, a well trained one according to Eira, was a bad idea.<br/><br/>The transformation was rough, it always was to switch back to human form, a consequence of shifting that one had to endure. For the moment he took a knee, seeing Eira still on the ground as her eyes fluttered and he saw her head moving. He wasn't sure if it was due to the shock of the lightning bolts or because she was searching for him. There was no instinct to run to her side and console her, perhaps it was a mistake, perhaps not, only time would tell if he made the right decision or not.<br/><br/>Her breathing was a bit of a concern, but he saw she still could breathe, so death was not knocking on her doorstep, not yet at least. "Hmmm, not the result I was hoping for," he started as Ylrid rose up to his feet and walked to the right side of Eira to gaze down upon the fallen woman. "On the bright side, you are not dead and you clearly have some magical ability. We must find if you have a shifting form or if you are simply an elemental mage."<br/><br/>Ylrid squatted down beside her, "just breathe, deep in through the nose, out through the mouth, then take my hand," he offered his right hand for her to take, and would then help her up to her feet.