This.. could be a problem. Not least because the Demon Queen finds herself, separately, becoming fond of the girl. She's more than convenient, more than a ritual component- Eldarra is starting to value her as a person.

Hm.

Maybe... She should have a demonstration. Show the girl and herself what she's really asking for. Lily's nearly done with her shapeshift ritual. That could be an opportunity.

She gets more intense about studying the ritual as she gets closer to completion - and 'nearly' very quickly turns into 'ready.' She's gathered the needed ingredients, memorized the spells, done the prep work, memorized and practiced inscriptions and the like... She's eager for the Demon Queen's supervision, too, aching to show off. (Since she's aiming for wings... Possibly she should wear a top that won't restrict her shoulders much? Something like those sleeveless bodices currently popular with dance performances.)

It would be better, in fact, for her to wear no top at all. So that the Demon Queen can properly verify that the spell has taken root correctly.

...She doesn't actually know how she feels about that idea. It's in line with everything she wants - yet - she finds herself balking. (It's almost like she wants the Demon Queen to pressure her into it, though that thought makes no sense in her own head.)

If it helps, that was not so much a suggestion as a requirement.

Her eyes are wide, her cheeks flushed and hands slow and hesitant as she removes her blouse and then shift during the ritual preparation. Her skin's pebbling like she's cold, even though the room is fairly warm, and the blush extends down past her collarbone. She forces herself not to cover her developing breasts as she strips, keeping her arms down by her sides. 

- Sides that show visible ribs, barely enough fat clinging to them to qualify as 'not starving.' She has enough spare fat that she's developing any breasts at all, but they're small beneath collarbones she could cut herself on, over skin thin enough that some of her pulses are visible. Her spine, too, is fairly prominent, and she has far less belly fat than she should, and her pants are relatively high cut but not enough to make her look anything other than horribly thin. Her bare arms are muscular, but her wrists look fragile. 

Normally, she dresses with nearly full coverage, only her face and - if it's warm out - her hands bared. She'll wear loose and light clothing in the summer or when exercising, bulky clothing in the winter, and she was a tall and skinny kid and she's been growing into a short and skinny teenager. She hadn't, before now, actually looked this thin. 

She keeps her chin up, and it more highlights rather than hides how her cheeks do not, actually, have enough fat either. (Normally the angle of her chin disguises that more; she isn't prone to raising it.)

Tsk. "You haven't enough meat on your bones, child."

She crosses her arms over her chest, self conscious. "There's no problem with my muscles."

"Not until you need to use them for an extended period."

"I keep up fine with training - and this isn't relevant to the shifting ritual, anyways."

"We'll speak more on this later. Arms up."

She hesitantly obeys. 

The Demon Queen circles around behind her and places her hands on Lily's shoulderblades, moving them up and down, massaging the muscles in her back.

She shivers and gasps a little. (Her muscles are exceptionally tense.)

"Does my touch hurt?" she whispers in Lily's ear.

"No," she whispers back, with another little shiver. "It doesn't."

She moves her hands down and pinches up what spare flesh she can around Lily's hips, hard.

Eep!

(This requires displacing Lily's pants, something she has decidedly mixed feelings about.) (The blush spreads further down her chest, and her heart rate picks up.)

"More padding would protect your nerves better," she murmurs, then steps back. "Very well. Your musculature is intact enough. Perform your ritual."

It takes her a moment to catch her breath, to center herself - and then she falls into the rhythm of casting. It's a slow process, but one she finds meditative, and her awareness of the outside world falls away. 

Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in the magic, breathe out her tethers. In, out. In... and out. And out unfurl her wings.

They're brilliant - a shining gold, entirely possibly larger than she is, sleek and beautiful and wrapped around her like a cloak before she flares them out - and the wingspan challenges the size of the room, dwarfing her -

And she laughs. 

"Oh, very well done indeed."

She preens! And her feathers ruffle and seem even brighter and more beautiful. 

"Now, let me check they've attached properly."