[How peculiar; that didn't happen to anyone else without specific intervention. Did you get enough detail about how it happened to tell us how the spell does that?]
[The spell tried to alter my memories, but I chose not to let it finish the job.]
[And it only did that when Sherlock stepped in.] They're standing in Shell's old clutterful apartment, door held. [Okay, thanks. While we're here - what changed about Steph? Besides that she's a Christmas light now.]
[The visual effect represents a change in her nature corresponding with the loss of Sherlock's soul.]
[Do you not know anything else about the change in her nature?]
"D'you want to wake her now, or think more?" Bella asks Sherlock softly.
[Could you wake her up long enough for me to ask if she wants to stay that way?]
"Huh," she says. "That's new." She curls her tail up around Sherlock's neck. "And not completely awful."
She looked up what genets look like; but she never got to meet her.
Steph sits up, peers at Bella over the top of Sherlock's head, and waves a paw.
Bella has her hands clasped behind her back. Sometimes she reaches for Sherlock without thinking, and right now there is something she is not allowed to touch curled around his shoulders.
And she disappears with the usual golden flare of a daemon becoming part of their person for a while.
[Since we're here,] Sherlock says to the admin, [would you mind pinning her on?]
"Let's see, anything else I should take care of while I'm here in case the door doesn't cooperate next time," muses Bella.
"I'm gonna check the Belltower for notes," she says. "In case anyone else has been in."
Pop. Pop. "Nope. I'm guessing less than a second has passed in Atlantis in the last while, or there would be a check-in from Shell Bell; everyone else could have just failed to find doors."