"Mmm...let's look you over again, to see if she's right...I'm certain she is, but it doesn't hurt to be<em>certain</em>, now does it?" Arathel replied, and leaned over, pushing her sister's wings out of the way, and began to trace her fingers over Naael's back...her fingers were gentle, yet insistent, and she spoke quietly, a smile on her face all the while. "Yes, yes...you<em>are</em>changing, but with my sister's essence...it's slower. A gentler, more gradual and less obvious effect...hmm. I wonder what it would be like? Most of the time its a...hostile tackover by the demonic cells. Now it's<em>integrating</em>with your body...much more balanced. But yes, you<em>are</em>changing. Now, again, do you wish me to halt it?"