Illyria didn't even try to do what she did, then. It's rude of her to scornfully dismiss the body she's taken, but Melanie still isn't in any position to claim the moral high ground. She clears her empty plate, rinsing it off beneath the tap before setting it in the sink. A proper wash can wait.

"How powerful were you in your old form?" she asks. It seems like the sort of thing Illyria would like talking about, and she is curious. "Stronger than the rift?"