Though shapeshifters of the draconian kind don't exist in Zita's world, she's certainly had plenty access to books and works that allow her to recognise his form.

She gives him the space he needs to transform, recalling the times others in the carnival had to shift forms. If there's one thing she learned from personal experience, it's that you can never not give a shifter more space when they change forms.

After she bundles up her cloak and skirts, Zita is quick to seat on his palms and she does her best to make herself tidy and neat as possible. "Thank you," she says when she settles down, looking up to smile his way.