“I was not myself before,” the Venetian was relieved to see the person well and alive, “I apologize if I...did any harm.” There had been an odd mixture of emotions for the brunette when she’d been forced into her human form, lust and rage taking root in the heart of her. She couldn’t remember most of what she’d done, but for the times of coherency, she scarcely recognized herself or her actions. She had, however, recognized the person, as they’d crossed paths, and wished to check in on them.
















