The foyer of the Rosethorn Hotel is deserted. A crisp white letter addressed to "Mm. Iron" sits on the front desk. There are no other signs of life.
"Go ahead, I'm not a stranger to such things. Just be sure you can put back the furniture later."
"Of course - though I assume that the hotel can clean it up without me regardless."
Her hands settle on her shoulders, and a quick pulse of magic runs through her body - her skin turning to iron in much the way that one might experience with stoneskin or barkskin. But something about it is deeper somehow, as the feeling of her body through the amulet intensifies, but you can tell there's many more steps to go, if she desires.
"There's a lot to see when you meld with the metal - but I think for the moment you should focus in on what it means to you for you to be armoured, to for you to be firm and unyielding and enduring, and what it feels like to have me there with you, in the metal together."
She focusses. She has a lot of practice with directing her will; that helps, but it's still a slow process for her to home in on the vague feeling.
It's sharp, the way she focuses blending into the feeling of her skin and form and the communion, creating an extra pure focus, everything else falling away as she feels the trickling changes flow through her.
She can feel her nerves slowly change to gold, nerves humming with the feeling of power and sensation running through her, irises shifting to citrine, muscles shifting into something more mechanical as the electricity flowed through her as the conversion continues.
Every little bit of her body started shifting, turning into a construct of steel and engineering rather then mortal flesh.
"You are seeing through eyes with a transparent aluminum lense. You ears are turning into microphones, the very hairs on them shifting to steel. You are yourself the metal, you are seeing as metal. You are as much as part of this as any gear, any shaft in these vast machines. Feel it."