[Corovignh]

Cha stared at the man who had appeared with wary eyes, recoiling and hissing as he reached out to pet her, but not letting his gift of jerky go unappreciated. An annoyed throaty purr was the only response she offered as she picked up the meat and carried it back under the table, dropping it to the ground and sniffing it suspiciously. There had been more than one incident that the giver had laced her food with something, so this time might not-

Before she could finish her inspection a tumult began in the square. Cha left the meat where it lay as she poked her head from underneath the table to watch as the two men from before were... separating, the one who'd caught her attention before running in her direction again. Had he no one else to rush at? But as she ducked away from his invasion of her hiding spot, she noticed he seemed to be getting weaker. And again with the case. Her ears twitched as he called out to her, her fur beginning to stand on end as she felt energies being focused and manipulated. Glancing back to where the crowd seemed to be going mad and taking another look at the man before her, she figured her chances with him would be safer than not and leapt towards his outstretched arm, her claws extending enough to dig into the jacket material as she continued to observe to see what would happen next.

And what came next was the opposite of her previous torment and woe. Where before there was a lack of water she was now being surrounded by it, engulfed in a maddening stream to which she could only respond to with 'cling to this guy or get swept away!' As always, the latter seemed to be the worse of the two and she clung to him for dear life. His, hers, both, right now it was just most important to cling. By the time they reached the bottom, Cha was gasping for air and feeling an ache she wasn't too familiar with. But from what she could tell, the gracious hand had turned into a deathtrap as his conscience seemed to be fading fast. 'Damn!' she swore mentally, not having wanted to change so soon. But they were in water and this would probably be the closest she would get to a shower anytime soon, so with a resolute growl she allowed her body to extend and reshape to that of a young woman.

The change happened fast, but the water was moving faster. As she rapidly blinked to keep her eyesight as clear as possible, she took note of where the man and his case were, kicking against the flow to reach them both at the same time. What little light was available improved with her nocturnal ability, but it showed nothing positive. No side stone to cling to, no plateau to balance on... this was going to be a ride to the other side of the city. A ride that seemed to take forever as she continued to bob along, struggling to keep their heads above the water. After what felt like an eternity, she suddenly noticed her feet rubbing along the ground and caught herself, slipping backwards as the ground gave way underneath her. She yelped, caught herself before completely falling back in the water and had to feel with her hands for the boy, holding him by his torso and dragging them to what general feeling told her was a pile of wet sand before rolling him into a fetal position and her spreading out on her back. 'A.. underground sandbank? Trippy city.'

((Edit: It's okay, I made it work. c: ))