"Or any other body part." He says wagging a suddenly appearing tail. He shifts most of his body until he becomes a bipedal griffon hybrid. 

"That's impossible!"

"Maybe, but it's happening anyway." Hm, something tells her he won't want to check how real they are by touching them. "Can you fly with those?" She prompts Felix.

"I can, do you guys want a demonstration?" He is fully non-human now, but his voice sounds very much the same.

He stares, "How are you talking like that??" 

"I am not sure, I think that the same magic that lets me change shape also does something with the sounds produced by my throat when I am in this form. Or at least if I am hit there my voice sounds... like I was hit in the throat, so it's at least related to my vocal apparatus."

Heri is just staring agape.

"Human speech and your clothes shift with you? You clearly got the better deal on shapeshifting magic. You will not believe how many pairs of pants I've destroyed since my first shift." 

"Heri?" Tobir taps his cheek. 

Heri just nods.

"Oh, sorry to hear that." He tells Alex. "Do you three need a moment?"

"I dunno?" He looks at Heri again, nods, "Yeah, maybe. Um," He grabs Kenta's hand too and tugs the two of them closer to the lake. 

Kenta follows.

"Everything about this should be impossible."

"Should be, but it's happening." He shrugs. "I'm not gonna complain about it. It's all been pretty good so far." He doesn't expect that to hold true, but he can hope. 

"What do you think we should do?" He asks Tobir, and to Ken. "We should be really careful. We don't know how reds work in their worlds."

Nodnod, "If there's reds in their worlds, I don't think they are." He shifts on his feet, "There's no way to tell we're polluted, except by knowing what a red is. No one could tell mom was when she was pretending to be green. No one knew we were, either. Maybe there's a magic way to tell, though..." That's a scary thought. 

Back by the bar, Alex frowns as he listens in to the kids' conversation, "They're saying something about being 'polluted'," he tells the other two quietly. "Not sure what they mean by that." 

"You're overhearing their converrsation?"

Heri nods seriously. "Maybe we can ask, without letting them know."

"Maybe we can ask about cleaning magic or technology? Someone from a clean caste might ask about that." 

He shrugs, "I can't really help it. Better senses are part of the package. I could probably still hear them if they talked this quietly at the other end of the lake." Also, wanting to help them doesn't keep him from being aware they might be a danger. 

"It's a breach of trust that they put on us."

"Yeah, that's a good idea. And they might try give robots to Amenta."

He looks away, unhappy and uncomfortable, "Angel's safety comes before other peoples' comfort."