"We're not... whole..." she growls out, staggering over to the chair and dropping in it, roughly. Cerul stares in shock. "I knew about the werewolf... but I didn't expect to see it come out here, just like this!" "We're... trying. I control this. She controls... me." She leans forward a bit, trying to get comfortable, letting her tail slide out the back of the chair. "Yes. Difficult. Hard... to talk. And move."