Malia looked up at him. She obviously wasn't concerned about the fact she was laying on his bed, because she didn't move. Why should she? She was comfortable.
"Nothing. I want you to fix me. Before you made me change back I was all coyote and now I'm not anymore. I can't change back completely and I want to. So fix me. Whatever you did, undo it."
That was part of what was upsetting her. Or, at least she thought it would fix the rest of it. Maybe she wouldn't be so lonely if she could go back to just being a coyote again.