Erillia waited until things wore off naturally, returning her to her natural form with a faint popping nose.  She knelt, panting for breath.  She knew, logically, she hadn't been holding her breath the entire time, but that was what it always felt like.  She slowly stood and brushed the dirt from her knees then, with a quick glance around and a twist to her lips, continued to move towards the edge of town.  She wanted to get away, even though she knew, logically, nothing better was going to be waiting for her out there.