“It had better not be permanent.” He shakes his head in emphasis, forgetting that Ginia’s fingers are still carding through the tangled curls somewhere behind his ears. It pulls something dreadful. “Ow.”

This isn’t his day, is it?

“Those fish, were they tied to whatever this is as well? They didn’t look like any spell I thought possible for a shinki.” Not that he’s one to talk; he’s always been miserably bad at even the simplest of magic.

“I would think you got rather the better deal, if so. At least you didn’t find yourself suddenly having changed sex like a...like a...bloody clownfish.”