The first change was a sudden thing that gripped her fully with heat and exhaustion until she was filled from top to bottom with a nervous energy that had her twitching and grasping at her unclean flesh. The Silver Sun beat down upon her with its incessant call until the chains around her neck tightened and compressed painfully against her neck. Her Mistress was there though -  here for her and her alone -, remaining by her side to wipe dirty cloth against her sweat marked skin, soothing the flush with hands that dug nails through her scalp to calm the foreign itch.