Daniel gave her a crooked smile. "I had clothes then." She looked different too. A little more careworn. Tired. Probably something to do with her sister and similar family stuff. He felt for her, but he didn't have much energy to be guilty about things he did not understand. Some of the Beast's acceptance left behind, perhaps. No, he interrupted that thought, abruptly. There was nothing of the thing left. Not if he had anything to say about it, anyway.
He reached out and caught the back of the couch to assist him upright without leaning unnecessarily on her. "Your magic still works," he observed, even as the vines disappeared, unconsciously echoing his phrasing from before.