Rose didn’t shift as quickly. His eyes changed first, pupils and irises vanishing so it was just the whites of his eyes. His skin turned red, a darker shade of crimson forming in markings along his flesh. The skin on his forehead seemed to split, a third eye appearing, and his hair grew a bit longer, now in various intricate braids. With a crack, wings had also sprouted from his back, but they seemed to look something like a cicada’s as they were clear. He breathed slightly heavier once he was shifted, glancing around at the now light room. “Better,” he said slowly, his teeth noticeably sharper.