"This shell belongs to me, principality," Illyria growls. "I could not change that, even as I desire to shed this flimsy vessel and seek another."

The symbiote has been forthcoming, and Illyria has no need to conceal what she is.

"This body belonged to a mortal creature once." Her tone is disparaging as ever. Winifred Burkle's final act in surrendering her body for a god's use was the only notable thing about her; certainly not the fragmented emotional output Illyria still senses on occasion. "I was bound to it in the act of my resurrection. My true form would have dwarfed much of this city, but it is lost."