Maylea yowled, squirming in the thing's grasp as it squeezed at her, and then went limp, the feline body morphing slowly back into that of the small woman that had been fighting alongside them, just before being stuffed into the bag.<br/><br/>[[[Yeah, OW.  She's going to be out for a WHILE one way or another.  She only had 22 hp left, 30 nonlethal means 8 minutes before she can become conscious again, and that's WITH care.  8 hours without.]]]